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tiSky Diver. arOwl City. alMaybe I'm Dreaming. Owl City - Sky Diver. I stood up and took a breath and threw open the bay doors. Below the clouds I saw the coast and beautiful Hawaii. Leaning back
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Song Funky, Funky, Xmas - New Kids on the Block. Ho, ho, ho, oh, little train, my little elf, another great Christmas. . Ah, man, it's boring, it's boring, same thing every year, . So let's have a
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We were kids hogisim gadeukadeon ttae. Jogeum seotulleosseotji. You and me ti eopsi malgeun nunkkaji. Seororeul dalasseotji. Wish I could meet, the younger me. Geu sijeol sok sunsuhaetdeon modeun
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Hot town, summer in the city. Back of my neck gettin dirty and gritty. Been down, isnt it a pity. Doesnt seem to be a shadow in the city All around people lookin half dead. Walkin on the sidewalk
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Now what if I told you my city was the best. And my city was a threat to the rest. And my city was a threat to the rest. . This city is my city. And I love it, yeah I love it. I was born and
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Somewhere out there on that horizon. Out beyond the neon lights. I know there must be somethin' better. But there's nowhere else in sight. It's survival in the city. When you live from day to
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biche sokdoro hey. Du jumeok meori wiro hey. Baksal, a jom shimhaetna? BOXER. Jab, Stray Kids, jab. One, two, kaunteo peonchi knock out. Jab, jab, Stray Kids, jab, jab. One, two, kaunteo peonchi knock out
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No. 1. From Oh Wow to The Transvision Vamp. Motivation for the Spacin'Generation. The rules are. There are no rules. Success is credibility. Credibility is success. Trash City, T, Trash, Trash
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No. 1. From Oh Wow to The Transvision Vamp. Motivation for the Spacin'Generation. The rules are. There are no rules. Success is credibility. Credibility is success. Trash City, T, Trash, Trash
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it's fast food or transportation. Sneaker store, doing hair or straight up stripping. We gotta get tha cash, we gotta get the mutherfucking doe Brick City is an industrial city, a cold city, a
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I think I was about seventeen when my pappy said to me,. Come on now with me, Son,. Goin' to take you to Jukin' City. You can stomp your foots around,. To a pickin' country band. I'm gonna buy
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Song Kids - MGMT. You were a child. Crawling on your knees toward it. Making momma so proud. But your voice is too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects off plants. No time to
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kids wanna rock London to L. A. . Talkin' 'bout the New Wave. For a couple of bucks you get a weird haircut. And waste your life away . Around the world or around the block . Everywhere I go the
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plays the Mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember. We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll. We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll. Built this city, we built
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The White City, that's a joke of a name. It's a black violent place if I remember the game. I couldn't wait to get out but I love to go home. To remember the White City fighting The White City
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. Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing. And I don't feel like singing tonight. All the same songs. . Here in these deep city lights. Girl could get lost tonight. I'm finding every reason to