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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
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So called Mr Rock And Roll. Is dancing on his own again. Talking on his phone again. To someone who tells him that his balance is low. He's got no where to go. He's on his own again. . Rock
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So called Mr Rock And Roll. Is dancing on his own again. Talking on his phone again. To someone who tells him that his balance is low. He's got no where to go. He's on his own again. . Rock
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