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Song Repeat (UK) - Manic Street Preachers. London, England, consider yourselves warned. . Repeat after me. Death sentence heritage. Repeat after me. Death camp palace. . Repeat after me
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street rat. Nothing to offer. Street rat. Snake in the grass. Street rat. Steals another meal. Street rat. But it maybe his last The look of desperation. Sure to bite the dust. His constant
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Way down south in Louisiana, up under the Delta heat, child. There's an old boy plays an electric guitar right off Rampart Street Sometimes a Go-Go girl come in with him, she be shakin' out a Mojo
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we're walking down the street of dreams The dead beats and the dispossesed. The seekers of unlikeliness. The beauty walk on and on. With the beast tomight (chorus) Down the street of dreams. We walk
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. And join the street parade It's not too hard to cry. In these crying times. I'll take my broken heart. And take it home in parts But I will never fade. Or get lost in this daze. Though I will
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Way down south in Louisiana, up under the Delta heat, child. There's an old boy plays an electric guitar right off Rampart Street Sometimes a Go-Go girl come in with him, she be shakin' out a Mojo
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Sweet talkin' Johnny push a John quicker than he spit. Street walkin' tin with a crooked crown waitin' for it. There she goes. She born in Boston but the Amtrak took her away. She lives in
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I have often walked down this street before. But the pavements always been beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high. Knowing I'm on the street where you live. . Are there
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Basin Street, Basin Street. That's the place where my friends all meet. Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams. And you don't know how nice it seems. . It's dear to me, yes-sirree. And
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Minds alive! On friday street. Summerflys around my feet. And wee still stars. Are in my eyes. And mine's alive on friday street. A pulse goes on, on friday street. Time seems longer against
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2300 Jackson Street, 2300 Jackson Street Memories of growing up and working hard. Our childhood passed us by. Mom and dad, they sacrificed their wants and needs. So we could reach the light
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2300 Jackson Street, 2300 Jackson Street Memories of growing up and working hard. Our childhood passed us by. Mom and dad, they sacrificed their wants and needs. So we could reach the light
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Winding your way down on Baker Street. Light in your head and dead on your feet. Well another crazy day, you'll drink the night away. And forget about everything This city desert makes you feel so
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You've got my lost brother's soul. My dear mother's eyes. A brown horse's mane. And my uncle's name. You walked me down 14th Street. For the doctor to meet after thoughts of the grave. In the
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Song Removables - Manic Street Preachers. Conscience binds you in chains. Trail by stone hammer and nails. No one made the holes but me. Misery mourns, to be devoured Killed God, blood, soiled
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On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street. Violent hash-smoker shook a chocolate machine. Involved in an eating scene Smashing into neon streets in their stonedness. Smearing their eyes on
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, bottle tops. mini skirts,magazines. out on the street it's a living dream I came correct on my secret lives. I spoke the truth darlin' I looked into your eyes. you got uptight and onlookers started
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Kids in the Street. The All American Reject. In the night, in the beat city light. We steal ourselves away and hold on tight. You were there, yeah, we were all there. Too young, too smart, too much
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See my thoughts and then see my scars. See my clothes, I dress to kill. See my blood and see my gun The crash street kids are comin to get ya. (Better run, better run, better run). The crash
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Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the street of dreams. Dreams, broken in two. Can be made like new. On the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold. Is
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9-9-9. The police don't come. Here on easy street. All the boys in their blue suits. Are lying in the heat. You got no reaction. Coming down my hall. You had no attraction. For anyone at all
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9-9-9. The police don't come. Here on easy street. All the boys in their blue suits. Are lying in the heat. You got no reaction. Coming down my hall. You had no attraction. For anyone at all
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Bài hát Beasley Street - John Cooper Clarke. Far from crazy pavements - . the taste of silver spoons . A clinical arrangement . on a dirty afternoon . Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud . are rendered
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tiStreet Fighting Man. arRolling Stones. al40 Licks. offset500. Rolling Stones - Street Fighting Man. (M. Jagger/K. Richards). Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching,. Charging feet, boy. 'Cause
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someone thinks he's got a right. To say what's good for you So how do you know. That the man in the street don't care?. And why don't you care. When the man in the street don't know, anyway? I'm not a
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This girl is made of lipstick. Powder and paint. Sees the picture of herself. Every magazine on every shelf. This girl is maid of bond street. Hailing cabs, lunches with executives. Gleaming
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On the Street Where You Live Artist Andy Williams (peak Billboard position # 28 in 1964). Words and Music by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe. from the Broadway musical "My Fair Lady
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Turn on the radio, turn off the lights. We'll bring an end, darling, to your endless night. You're on the wrong side of the street I see your fortune in the lines in your face. I knew you're
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street They're dancing in Chicago. Down in New Orleans. In New York City All we need is music, sweet music. There'll be music everywhere. They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing. Dancing in the
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SongAustralia - Manic Street Preachers. I don't know if I'm tired. And I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now. It
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. And this hot little trio plays That's where we meet. That's where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous. In the club at the end of the street Ooh where we meet. Ooh where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous
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