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down on your knees. You're so hard to please. When you go down on your knees. You're so hard , down on mission street. God only knows how you can hurt her. When you know that's what you do. How
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wrong. And everybody's known all along. So take me away. Way back to that 4th Street feeling now. When everything I had. I could fit into my Chevrolet. Well, I've been. I've been aching. To slip
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Summer's comin', time to dream the day away. And she's so sunny is the girl you met today. Will she make it? Can she take it?. Like to try love, such a shy love Racket back street leanin' on the
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want you to stroll down Beale Street. And see can you see my little old angel child
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don't know to begin with? You see me on the street, you always act surprised. You say, how are you? Good luck but you don't mean it. When you know as well as me you'd rather see me paralyzed. Why don't
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whispers, is there no one around?. And no one hears the sound. Her knees give way and hit the ground This is the toughest street in town. This is the toughest street in town. This is the toughest street
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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's up there on
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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's up there on
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worry on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. To the sunny side of the street Can't you hear a pitter-pat?. And that happy tune is your step. Life can
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Get a pass, take a ride. In the land that is high. High above what you strive. Where the dark never hides all the joy. At the back street carnival. . Ferris wheels spinning 'round. From the
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have often walked down this street before. But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high. Knowing I'm on the street where you live. . Are there lilac
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*** your coat and get you hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. To the sunny side of the street Hear that pitter-pat. That's the happy sound of my feet. Life can be so
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anymore. There's evil on Queen Street. Some evil up the road I saw the house in the dark. It seemed to say, "Come touch me. I've got a heart. Open the door to my soul" Climb to the top of my stairs
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Bài hát Word On Street - Tyga. Intro. Word on the street I got gold bricks. Verse 1. Word on the street I got gold bricks. Put kinggold chains on yo bitch. Let'her cry for me, that’s hooty and a
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Song Kevin Carter - Manic Street Preachers. Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Tribal scars in technicolor. Bang, bang club, AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Vulture
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. And I'm gone, stone gone. . Working girls just trying to get ahead. Somebody's bound to end up dead. And honey you better stop coming down on me. On me, stop, jump street. . Sally comes creeping
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wanna blow 'em off in my first heat. Summer's here and the time is right. For racin' in the street We take all the action we can meet. And we cover all the northeast state. When the strip shuts down
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Song Kevin Carter - Manic Street Preachers. Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Tribal scars in technicolor. Bang, bang club, AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Vulture
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This is Damn Dog by the Manic street preachers. Take one. . Two, three, four. . I can lick your face. I can bite it too. Ooh my teeths got rabies. I'm gonna give it to you. . Feed me, feed
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This is Damn Dog by the Manic street preachers. Take one. . Two, three, four. . I can lick your face. I can bite it too. Ooh my teeths got rabies. I'm gonna give it to you. . Feed me, feed
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'em off in my first heat. Summers here and the time is right. For racing in the street. . We take all the action we can meet. And we cover all the north-east states. And when the strip shuts down
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Can anybody possibly,. Try to show me how we're connected,. The best of you's the worst of me,. Then you pull me down like a dead weight,. When every house on every street,. Seems to call my
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You can live your life in a crowded city. You can walk along a crowded street. But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly. People, friendly people that you meet. You might be a sweet
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Ooh, a working-class face glares back. At me from the glass and lurches, oh. Forgive me, on the street's I ran. Turned sickness into, popular song Streets of wet black holes. On roads you can neve
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bulldoggin' to bowhoggin'. Now bowhoggin' and pimpwalkin'. That strictly fresh and street talkin'. And we all last like that there. Ruin them all up like cat hair. We never fall off like hat wear. We
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Chorus Lloyd. Ain't nothin' but the street life. That's money cars and hoes. It's the only life I chose. Street life, nothin' but the street life. They love they way I shine. This world is mine
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run this street. imma run this street. Who's gon run this street?. bih, i run this street. having fun issa last thing done. homie pass dem blunts,. i run this street. came from da south,. put my name
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out of the courage. . She said, please,. There's a crazy man standing outside my door. I live on the corner of a dead end street. At the end of the world. . Oh, and the rocks out in the heart
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Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says, Hello. Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home. I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand. That the king of Oak Street is just an
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There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight. I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight. I've no choice but to follow that call. The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all. I
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won't read your poetry, oh, sweetness please So she took me back to her basement flat. Which was down on Charlotte Street. Though it was never my intention. We were not intense, not least because Well
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. The drought and dry root out The mighty poet I roy was on the wire. Weston did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie. Dread I street 66, the sad man said, any policeman come here. Will get some
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flat somewhere When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street Where I grow up, there were no factories. There was a school and shops and some fields and trees. And rows of houses one by one appeared
