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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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(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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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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. 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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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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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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Bài hát A to the K - Cypress Hill. Look bib you it heard on the radio. You seen it on the TV show, A to the K. A to the motherfucking Z. A to the motherfucking K homeboy. A to the motherfucking K
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Atlantis, on W E F U N K. We funk, we funk and we funk. And we wiggle and we funk, oh Mr. Wiggles here. Sayin' Eee to the ock. Oh, I'm the jock. And I'm back on the scene. With my record machine
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Intro. K to the W A to the N. Bridge. From the left to the right like a stereo. Doing like this. Throw your arms in the air. All my soldiers from the front to the rear. Doing like this. Throw
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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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thing Solo in the whip see me drop to coupon it. Ask about me they K. Michelle be doing it. Face it, homie, I ain't never been basic. Shine like a light and my swag is amazing, oh I do my own thang
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overload 1 0 0 1 0 0 1. SOS. 1 0 0 1 0 0 1. In distress. 1 0 0 1 0 0 Memory banks unloading. Bytes break into bits. Unit one's in trouble and it's scared out of its wits Guidance systems break down. A
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overload 1 0 0 1 0 0 1. SOS. 1 0 0 1 0 0 1. In distress. 1 0 0 1 0 0 Memory banks unloading. Bytes break into bits. Unit one's in trouble and it's scared out of its wits Guidance systems break down. A
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overload 1 0 0 1 0 0 1. SOS. 1 0 0 1 0 0 1. In distress. 1 0 0 1 0 0 Memory banks unloading. Bytes break into bits. Unit one's in trouble and it's scared out of its wits Guidance systems break down. A
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. You're hoping. That there's something else that you can do to. Make it come true,. Make it perfect,. Make it O. K. . Light the marquees. Santa Anas twist through the trees. And while the line
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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
