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. 78s and all. And I sat by my record player. Playing every note they played. I watched them all on tv. And copied every move they made. Aw, rock and roll, I gave you all. The best years of my life. All
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Chuck Berrys. 78s and all. And I sat by my record player. Playing every note they played. I watched them all on tv. And copied every move they made. Aw, rock and roll, I gave you all. The best years of my
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And if I should lose your love. For any reason, any reason at all. Then let my record show. I gave you all the love I know, ooh, ooh, oh, oh. . It's somethin' that you told me. It stayed in my
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wrong. May not play ball and ain't trippin on my record deal. Still he is to me an amazing thrill. He's my man and I'm proud about it. I'm gon' shout about it. Ain't no doubt about it That's my man
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hooker in the front row. So you better check my record, better yet, bum. My name is super for a record, check my platinum album It's not meant for you to do. You even sound wack when you try to check
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. Corporate companies love when they kill themselves. It boost up the record sales Why'd you keep making your guns?. Chew compassion save some sons. Why'd you keep buying your guns? Foolish, life's too short
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vibe. I see your light. 별처럼 빛나게 돼. You're my star. 가끔은 날. 흔들어놔. 감출 수 없어. 내 안에 넌 star. So can we loose it tonight. Be yourself. And we will sing every night. 너의 타고난 매력이 보여. 그걸 알아본 사람이 나야. You're in my
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star. You don't know how lucky you are. Though my record may say it. No one will play it. 'Cause sad songs and waltzes. Aren't selling this year Well it's a good thing that I'm not a star. And you
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tiHypocrite. arSkye Sweetnam. alNoise From The Basement. Hypocrite. Skye Sweetnam. Bubble gum brainiac. Baby girl, ultra brat. Angst Schmangst No thanks. Hope my record doesnt tank. Sailor moon
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The needle on my record player has been wearing thin. This record has been playing since the day you've been with him. No more long rides home. No more of your station. I didn't like it anyway
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Incapable of holding down real jobs. and can't make rent,. so for a life in the arts. we deem ourselves destined. Skip across my record collection. until a song strikes my soul. Until it
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times. Spun around my record deck. How green was my valley. How blue the eyes that wept Looking back, I don't think. That I really cared. This was my first lesson. With nothing to compare
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get enough. Girl your love's a drug,. I can't quit it. I'm a broke record, a broke record. You've got my heart-heart skip-skip-skipping a beat. Run the needle through and hit, hit repeat. I'm a broke
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I left the room She left a year ago. With my record collection. Now all I have. Is my own reflection I reckon, if she moved. Away to the moon. Id still wanna know. What she said when I left the
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only way I had of becoming a star. I knew it recognized and traveling around. But they won't play my record in my ol' hometown. . If I had saxophones. Big baritone, cleanin' up the muddy breaks. If
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ti. ar. al. Got me the strangest woman. Believe it, this chick's no sinch. When I wanna get her goin'. Then I whip out my Big Ten Inch. Record of the band that plays the blues. Well the band that
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ti. ar. al. Got me the strangest woman. Believe it, this chick's no sinch. When I wanna get her goin'. Then I whip out my Big Ten Inch. Record of the band that plays the blues. Well the band that
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It's a lesson too late for the learning. Made of sand, made of sand. In the winking of an eye my soul is turning. In your hand, in your hand. . Chorus. Are you going away with no word of