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afterglow). Where is the beat? (oh, no). Where did the beat go?. So how do I justify to the judge and the jury. The voices in my head that caused this fury. Never had to play with matches to start a fire. But
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afterglow). Where is the beat? (oh, no). Where did the beat go?. So how do I justify to the judge and the jury. The voices in my head that caused this fury. Never had to play with matches to start a fire. But
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What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?. "Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?". Maybe I should buy some old tab collars?. "Welcome back to the age of jive. Where have you been hidin
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What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?. "Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?". Maybe I should buy some old tab collars?. "Welcome back to the age of jive. Where have you been hidin
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What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?. "Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?". Maybe I should buy some old tab collars?. "Welcome back to the age of jive. Where have you been hidin
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Oh, the trees grow higher than the mountain. In the land of free love and goodbye. The rivers ever growin' the fish is flowin'. And the love lives in the sky In the night flies a team of white
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. Title Slow and Steady. Artist Of Monsters and Men. The lights go out, I am all alone. All the trees outside are buried in the snow. I spent my night dancing with my own shadow. And it holds me. And
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bowmen and don’t blunder it. ‘Cause you never know when they could all be dead, the sorrow. So I’ll keep pillaging, sometimes I wonder where these mobs spawn from. (Yeah tree shade’ll do wonders. No wonder
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the fast lane. We had big dreams in blue (Yeah, yeah). Playing sweet child o' mine. And I still feel that line. Where are you now?. Where are you now?. Hey, it's been too long. Too long to go, my love
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took it all away. Wake up with same spit in my mouth. Cannot tell if it is real or not I try and walk in a straight line. An imitation of dignity. From despair to where Outside open mouthed crowds
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seasoned, with dialect of my region. Booga-nam brooklyn bed-stuy eastern. Where youth and policemen, they nah reach agreement. Pressure in the mornin, pressure in the evenin You, need, to, get, up, right
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, skin was showin'. Hot night, wind was blowin'. Where you think you're going, baby?. Hey, I just met you,. And this is crazy,. But here's my number,. So call me, maybe!. It's hard to look right. At you
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You and the night and the music fill me with flaming desire,. Setting my being completely on fire!. You and the night and the music thrill me but will we be one. After the night and the music are
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Yeah, 1997. Tony Fantell. Me and my crazy world. You know what I'm saying. Will my niggas that feel me throw your hands up. You know what I'm saying. All my honeys that know how we do throw
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train. And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,. It rode us all the way to New Orleans. I pulled
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