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Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend. Gettin' *** and rude in your bed. Same dude that your sister like. Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right. . Who that man in the black Sedan. With two
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vicar and he lives all alone in his home. "Ah-choo, excuse me". Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed. As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed. Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't
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Bài hát Mr. Almost - Meghan Trainor, Shy Carter. Verse 1 Meghan Trainor. Tryna force a puzzle piece. Not a perfect fit for me. But they told me give it time. Maybe Cupid missed my chest. Cause I
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me boy, I'm red hot. Umm nigga, they not,. I'm over here, I'm over there. I'm everywhere they not. (I said). You'll never play me, nice try. Ballin' in the night spot. No more Mr Nice guy, hello
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You will be the lucky one. Who will see the deadly one. You will die on your knees. By the hand of Mr. Freeze. . Will you see when the rest are blind. Will you remain frozen in time. Will you
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let go a laugh. Shook back his clothes all around. . Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles, dance!. . He danced for those. At minstrel shows and county fairs. Throughout the south. He
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let go a laugh. Shook back his clothes all around. . Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles, dance!. . He danced for those. At minstrel shows and county fairs. Throughout the south. He
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let go a laugh. Shook back his clothes all around. . Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles, dance!. . He danced for those. At minstrel shows and county fairs. Throughout the south. He
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You will be the lucky one. Who will see the deadly one. You will die on your knees. By the hand of Mr. Freeze. . Will you see when the rest are blind. Will you remain frozen in time. Will you
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Intro chorus. . He's A nice guy. How ya doin. He's A nice guy. Good to see you. He's A nice guy. How ya momma and them. . Verse. Mr. Niceguy relationship advice guy. Liked on the vices
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There's a hole in your logic. You who know all the answers. You claim science aint magic. And expect me to buy it. . And Goodbye Mr A. You promised you would love us. But you knew too much
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Verse 1. Back to the basics, freed from cages. Into the world of joy not stasis. Natural chemicals, endorphin, dopamine. Storming down my brain like a wild, wild vaccine. Welcome back Mr. Navigator
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There's a hole in your logic. You who know all the answers. You claim science aint magic. And expect me to buy it. . And Goodbye Mr A. You promised you would love us. But you knew too much
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you. You worked hard. And slaved and slaved for years. You played. And you played and played for years. Taxman, Mr. Heath (he's a thief). He's looking for run-in, yeah. Taxman, Mr. Heath (he's
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would not be lying. That's the way it's got to be. So Mr. Big. You'd better watch out. When only you hang around me. Oh for you now. I will dig. A great big hole in the ground. I don't care who
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timr. tambourine man. arthe byrds. al. mr. tambourine man/the byrds. Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a
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would not be lying. That's the way it's got to be. So Mr. Big. You'd better watch out. When only you hang around me. Oh for you now. I will dig. A great big hole in the ground. I don't care who
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They looked. At her this way. Every since. She was a girl. Mr. Feathers. Mr. Feathers. The echo. In every smile. That would curl. Into a leer. Oh, my dear. (Oh, my dear). Mr. Feathers
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He's a bad man. Mr. Bad Man. And she had enough of him. So the wolves try to dry her eyes. 'cause the bad man made her cry. . But everyday I know that. I may just be closer. To the sea of
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would not be lying. That's the way it's got to be. So Mr. Big. You'd better watch out. When only you hang around me. Oh for you now. I will dig. A great big hole in the ground. I don't care who
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would not be lying. That's the way it's got to be. So Mr. Big. You'd better watch out. When only you hang around me. Oh for you now. I will dig. A great big hole in the ground. I don't care who
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bus about eleven. Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine. Chorus. We been dancin' with. Mr. Brownstone. He's been knockin'. He won't leave me alone. I used ta do a little. but a little wouldn't do. So the
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the man. If we meet someday, you can bet I would say. That it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend
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is Mr. Goodbar, I'm came to offer champagne. Later on maybe I'll tell you my real name. But for now sip your drink and be merry. And be a nice girl and sing me a cherry Me, I'll have a Cowa-loo and
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. Look at my face, do I got a promise face?. Does it look like promise you anything?. Kanye!. Nigga! Is you snorin' in my class?. Wake up Mr. West! Mr. West. echoes into next song
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(georgia dobbins/robert bateman/william garret/brian holland). . Oh yes, wait a minute mister postman. Hey, hey, hey, hey mr. Postman. Just a little bit soul. . Clap your hands just a little
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, decide on what goes down. . Well, I met my match, plus you're more of a man than I ever had. This table's turned and I can't find the words. To describe how good it hurts. . You are my Mr. Right
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(Roger Taylor). . Dear Mr. Murdoch, what have you done. With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun?. You sharpen our hatred. You've blunted our minds. We're drowning in nipples and
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(Roger Taylor). . Dear Mr. Murdoch, what have you done. With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun?. You sharpen our hatred. You've blunted our minds. We're drowning in nipples and
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knew you were a star. And how intelligent you are. Prove that you're alive. Mr. Shuck 'n Jive. . Tell us of the man who stole your for-. Tune and nearly ruined your life. Or better still-the one
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You always said I wouldn't stay. I guess you saw the way before it all began. I've always been a changin' train. And when you think on this you might forgive me then. Thanks for Chicago Mr James
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lúc này. Giọng ai đó như MR. AYO. Bài hát đó cũng vui mà . Nó nói rằng là. Get out n Get drunk 2nite. Để quên KOTA đi. Uống uống uống uống. Uống say đi mà. Get out n Get drunk 2nite. Để quên KOTA đi
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They call me mr. carbohydrate. It's the only thing i can digest. Xenophobia or general disinterest. I must catch up with all this stuff. . They call me a boring fuckhead. They say i might as
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it rain for fun wussup Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17. 5. I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots. Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr
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tiHey,Mr. DJ (Keep Playin' This Song). arBackstreet Boys. alBackstreet's Back. offset500. Aah, Backstreet. Yes yes y'all. One time, here we go (yes yes y'all). Ooh ooh (2x). Yes yes y'all. I could
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in a bed,. . Call me Mr Demolition Ball. Call me Mr Demolition Ball. Call me Mr Demolition Ball. Call me Mr Demolition Ba-aaa-aa-ll. . But we leave problems till the morning,. Speckled windows
