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Bài hát Nonstop 2015 - Happy New Year - Thế Giới Nổi Loạn (Vol. 2) - DJ. 1. Intro (Happy New Year). 2. Barbra Streisand. 3. illusion. 4. I'm The Sexy Girl. 5. Gentle Man. 6. Only Girl. 7
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The Things That I Used To Do. Guitar Slim. Words and Music by Eddie "Guitar Slim" Jones. . -Source "This Is How It All Began vol. 2" - Specialty sps 2118. (Orginal single release Specialty 482
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tell you to call in and whatever you do. Remember the phrase that pays puts your brain on vacation and let your toes take over keep your pedal to the metal. I'll be back in sixty seconds, in the
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door (yeah). Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye. Blow the spot with some old school * from junior high (HEYYY!). One, two, three, four. Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
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Li-Li-Lindgren (Hey!). BLACKPINK in your area. (Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah). Don't mess with the girls, with the girls, with the girls (Hey!). If ya with it, then I'm with it, get it started. Got no time for
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again. It's the brightest thing I got. . When I'm covered in rain. When I'm covered in rain, rain, rain, rain. No, I am covered in rain, rain. Firewoods to fire places. Summer snow and fallen
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adults only. Adults only Walking through the streets I can feel its sting. Metal blue snakes screaming round this head I'm in. Keeps railing all the way to bed And from the time it sleeps to its dawn
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and I practice what I preach. So don't deny me baby, not while you're in my reach. I support the left, tho' I'm leanin', leanin' to the right. I support the left, tho' I'm leanin' to the right. But
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to the sun. Drop. Close to the sun. Verse 2. Here's to the one to let shine through the rain. The ones who stood for something more, we won't forget your names. The tide is high, say goodbye or set it
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Bài hát The Boy In The Bubble - Alec Benjamin. Verse 1. It was 648, I was walking home. Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone. I had chicken on the plate, but the food was cold. Then I covered
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I'm lost in a metal dream Go for it Johnny. All night long. Go for it Johnny. That's where I'm coming from Hot hands on his wet neck. I'm a hunter, he's my gun Go for it Johnny. All night long. Go
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that means. And when she walks,. All the wind blows and the angels sing. But she doesn't notice me! 'Cause she is watchin' wrestling. Creamin' over tough guys. Listenin' to rap metal. Turntables in
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Iran, Russians in Afghanistan. . Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal suicide,. Foreign debts, homeless Vets, aids, Crack, Bernie Goetz. . Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
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Iran, Russians in Afghanistan. . Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal suicide,. Foreign debts, homeless Vets, aids, Crack, Bernie Goetz. . Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
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underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion). Bloodshot rollin' red (harmonica) I am the heaven. I am the water. I am the dirt beneath your rollers. I am your secret smut & lost metal money. Down your cracks I
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, know how to turn it on. The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear. Baby take it slow so we can last long. Verse 1 Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee. Oh, tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal. Me
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Iran, Russians in Afghanistan. . Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal suicide,. Foreign debts, homeless Vets, aids, Crack, Bernie Goetz. . Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
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(2 minutes silence). . . In Flanders fields. The poppies grow. Between the crosses. Row on row. That mark out place. We are the dead.
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Streets damp and warm. Empty smell metal. Weeds between buildings. Pictures on my hard drive. But I'm the luckiest guy. Not the loneliest guy. . Steam under floor. Shards by the mirrors frame
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Streets damp and warm. Empty smell metal. Weeds between buildings. Pictures on my hard drive. But I'm the luckiest guy. Not the loneliest guy. . Steam under floor. Shards by the mirrors frame
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Streets damp and warm. Empty smell metal. Weeds between buildings. Pictures on my hard drive. But I'm the luckiest guy. Not the loneliest guy. . Steam under floor. Shards by the mirrors frame
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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times. And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes. And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes. Oh, who do they think could bury you
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. . Now you're in trouble, maybe she's an intellectual. What if she figures out you're not very smart. Or maybe she's the quiet type who's into heavy metal. Boy, you got to get it settled. Cause she's