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Hussein. Still alive lookin at his dead children's burnt remains. I burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lesson. Your crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weapons. The P's breathe Warriorz and
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in the music, and boy, you oughta hear it now,. They put power in the music, the boys are gonna show you how. . Round about '40 when things got sporty. They were dancin' every night till dawn
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. Tryin' to find another way to survive New music, new music, new music. Sweet music can lighten us. Can brighten the world, can save us, oh, oh, oh My friend said well, I think I found a way. To help
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of new things to say? And since you know we're always changing, how can it be the same?. And tell me how year after year. You're sure your heart will fall apart each time you hear his name? I know
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incapable of,. So dear, let me hold you near,. While we treasure every measure,. So that time can never change. The strange new music of love. . . . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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incapable of,. So dear, let me hold you near,. While we treasure every measure,. So that time can never change. The strange new music of love. . . . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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incapable of,. So dear, let me hold you near,. While we treasure every measure,. So that time can never change. The strange new music of love. . . . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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incapable of,. So dear, let me hold you near,. While we treasure every measure,. So that time can never change. The strange new music of love. . . . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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true and prove (I'ma stay true and prove). That everything is new Yeah, back in the days when I thought music wouldn't be a part of me. It called to me, it dawned to me. The heart of me was telling me
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new things to say. . And since we know we're always changing. How can it be the same. And tell me how year after year you're sure your heart will fall apart. Each time you hear his name. . I know
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(Alan Bergman / Marilyn Bergman / Michel Legrand) How do you keep the music playing?. How do you make it last?. How do you keep the song from fading too fast?. How do you lose yourself to someone
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(Alan Bergman / Marilyn Bergman / Michel Legrand) How do you keep the music playing?. How do you make it last?. How do you keep the song from fading too fast?. How do you lose yourself to someone
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. We started dancing. And love put us into a groove. But now he's with somebody new. What does love want me to do. Love said. Let the music play. Let the music play. He won't get away. He tried
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. And his is the only music that makes me dance He'll sleep and he'll rise. In the light of two eyes that adore him. Bore him it might. But he won't leave my sight for a glance In every way, everyday I
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. And his is the only music that makes me dance He'll sleep and he'll rise. In the light of two eyes that adore him. Bore him it might. But he won't leave my sight for a glance In every way, everyday I
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He's got nothing but talent and time on his hands. He loves his music, hangs out with his band. He's got big-hit ambitions and number one dreams. He's a high-rollin', a magnificent music machine
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someone new. Thinking I wanted to. Turns out I don’t want new. I want you. . DROP. Don’t want new, I want you. Don’t want new, I want you. I’m in his bed. Right next to him, but he don’t know. I’m just
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the television. Throwaway youth. ya gotta take a stand. Music is your only weapon. Spanners. in the works go start your gang. New church. Join the New Church. Be a Lord Of The New Church. Lords
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New York girl, ooh ooh ooh Runnin' pretty, New York City girl. Twenty-five, thirty-five. Hello baby, New York City girl You grew up riding the subways running with people. Up in Harlem, down on
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native New Yorker (New York City girl). The music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer. Makin' friends and findin' lovers. There you are lost in the shadows, searchin' for someone. To set you
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slower. Let me hear his tender sighs. A little longer Make the music play. Keep this magic going. Keep those trumpets blowing. All through the night Don't ever skip a beat for. He may slip away. And
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She came to me shortly after Christmas,. Said she hated spoiling New Year's Eve. But the truth doesn't wait to come in season. And what we had feared was now believed. She said she'd leave come
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tomorrow coming on. And when he'd smile his eyes would twinkle up in thought. Now, everybody talks about a new world in the morning. New world in the morning takes so long. And I can feel a new tomorrow
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but you gonna pay?. You're gonna pay for * music, pay for * food. Pay for everything 'cuz nobody wants you. We most need victims to be beaten. These nasty kids need to be eaten. Drink new blood
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less of myself and more him, more him. 'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance. In every way, every day I need less of myself and more him, more him. 'Cause his is the only music that makes
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Well, he out grew his sequin suit. Sold his Trailways bus. Let his hair get a little too long. Duck tails bit the dust. His custom made, pearl inlaid guitar. Slipped from his hands. And in it's
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(CHORUS) HOUSE MUSIC. HOUSE MUSIC (CHORUS)
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(CHORUS) HOUSE MUSIC. HOUSE MUSIC (CHORUS)
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. Back in New York City A slap across his face. Brings him back to this painful place. He would not talk, God save his soul. They took him out and beat him. His mind felt cold A change takes place. It
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everything else. I put holes in everything else. "New God Flow," * everything else. Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters. They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella. They said
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도시 위에서는 넘쳐나는 Trouble 여유 없는 걸음 이건 마치 Jungle 멍하니 또 한숨이 눈 뜨면 습관처럼 또 새로운 뭔가를 찾는 걸 넘치면 넘칠수록 독인 줄도 모를 걸 틀에 박혀버린 듯 비슷비슷해진 꿈 진짜 깊은 마음 속 소린 외면한 채로 모두 정신없이 찾고 있지 Something new Nananananananananana Something
