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Written by ricky, kim & marty wilde. . Well it sounded like a whisper. But soon became a cry. And the moment that I touch you. I know the reason why - we got love. No union is stronger than a
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Written by Ricky & Marty Wilde. . I tell ya. It's hell yeah. When love says goodbye it's a four letter word. Because your heart knows. When love goes. The feeling is bad - it's the pits of the
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Written by Ricky & Marty Wilde. . I tell ya. It's hell yeah. When love says goodbye it's a four letter word. Because your heart knows. When love goes. The feeling is bad - it's the pits of the
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' Marty Bobbins. Down in El Paso a hile back. And now Miss Patty Page or one of them. Is a wearin' black And Cathy's Clown has Don and Phil. Where they feel like they could die. If we keep on a losin
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was Capone's town!!. Marty. Faye was a Chicago radio dj and tv talk show host from the 40/50/60s. He was. Known for his abrasive style and voice. If you ever heard him, you wouldn't be likely. To
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Isham Jones / Marty Symes. . There is no greater love. Than what I feel for you. No greater love, no heart so true. . There is no greater thrill. Than what you bring to me. No sweeter song
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lord, every beat a heart I owe ya. It sounds a bit cliche but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier (OW). What you know about balin hay in that South Georgia heat. Very few roads are paved, still I do it for the
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(drums). Craig steward (harmonica). Dick fegy (mandolin). Marty krystall (saxophone) Well,. This is the story of a man who lived in utopia. This is the story of a man who lived in utopia. He was a
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jingle you feel the old tingle. You buy the Incomprehensible. The idea is clever but subways will never. Quite handle that huge evergreen. And the old office party with Stanley and Marty. Keep
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knees are shaking can’t hold your thighs. I’m barely phased, hardly surprised. I’ve been the queen, you’re just another guy. Marty mcfly, boy you better think. I’m throwing everything at you like the
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actually it was written about nineteen seventy. This is a song,. We like to dedicate this song to marty, our road manager,. Who has a fondness for the k-nine species. And the orifice attendant thereto
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(drums). Craig steward (harmonica). Dick fegy (mandolin). Marty krystall (saxophone) The dangerous kitchen. If it aint't one thing it's another. In the middle of the night when you get home. The
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(drums). Craig steward (harmonica). Dick fegy (mandolin). Marty krystall (saxophone) What's the ting that they's talkin' about everywhere?. ***. When they wanna be suave 'n' debonair. *** What's
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man now - Chris Brown. You know I feel your pain 'cause I done been through it. I'm Kurt Cobain, but I just couldn't do it. No point in turning back, just to hit rewind. Back to the future, Ma-Marty
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. Would you just listen to Mother Mabel over there. Pickin' the 'Wildwood Flower' with the angel band? You know I personally think she's just about God's favorite. And Marty Robbins, well, he's still
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I'm down for the cause. Y'all know us we start the party. Go way back like Doc and Marty. Either die a legend like John Lennon. Or end up solo like Paul McCartney, let's go. W's only there's obvious
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Written by ricky & marty wilde Cascading down. There's a sound vaporising into vision. It's a sound in my head. That I feel and it shuts me in a prison Say it won't last. Say it will pass
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rhymer. Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer. You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from. You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album. Admit it, * it
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Central' with the vids you did. But okay, you on BET only if its 'Comic View'. Promise you, I'm funny style, I can be a comic too I'm Marty Mar at a Auty Mar. A cute snotty broad, tits like Dolly Par
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accent. Thank you, uh, next up, Cliff Calvin, the mailman from Cheers?. . Jimmy Fallon as Cliff Clavin. Hey, thanks a lot to ya buddy. I was talking with Marty about these dolls. Turns out, the uh
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dance to the Marty Mars remix single love. Let me see your earrings jingle love They're jinglin', baby. Go 'head, baby. They're jinglin', baby. Go 'head, baby. They're jinglin', baby. Go 'head, baby
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' to get a hottie. Cool T and Roddy, DMC and Scottie Big Kev and Marty, Hurricane and Arty. Phil, Doug, and Naughty damn, a big party. So I *** the mic, I like, recite, the hype. And type, and write
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(drums). Craig steward (harmonica). Dick fegy (mandolin). Marty krystall (saxophone) This is a song about the union, friends. How they * you over and the way they bends. The rules to suit a
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It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day. I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay. And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat. And mama
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(B. Gentry) It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day. I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay. And at dinner time we stopped and we walked back to the house to eat
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for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow. I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party. If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi. Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty. I
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for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow. I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party. If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi. Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty. I
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like drum tracks. Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back. Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back. I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back. This ain't a
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get beat like drum tracks. Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back. Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back. I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back
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(drums). Craig steward (harmonica). Dick fegy (mandolin). Marty krystall (saxophone) Once upon a time. It was in albuquerque, new mexico. There were these girls that worked at the college. The were
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,. When I see this guy Marty. Tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa. Up the stairs all by himself. So I-I say to him,. I say, "Hey, you want me to help you with that?". And Marty, he just rolls his eyes. And
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***'s a freestyle, I ain't even write this ***. Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this *** (ayy, yeah). My jaw swimming on South Beach. This is *** that they don't teach. Don't go too far. Don't
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create then do-re-mi . My name is Will I Am from BEP . Black Eyed Peas, numero uno, we be jammin' like Marty . If I'm technical with my rhymes, let me know now . I shake it all around, niggas know how we
