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Oxford Town, Oxford Town. Ev'rybody's got their hats bowed down. The sun don't shine above the ground. Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town. . He went down to Oxford Town. Guns and clubs followed
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, and help me say today. Today I will follow, I will press on. Even when the walk feels long. Your hands hold me together. Your love is with me forever. Through the broken, through the victory. I
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flat somewhere When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street Where I grow up, there were no factories. There was a school and shops and some fields and trees. And rows of houses one by one appeared
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. . Baby, we could hit upon a word,. Something that the others haven't heard,. When you want me to love you,. Just tell me to press. Right there, that's it, yes,. Ah, when you feel the stress don't just
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March, April, May . She crammed night and day. I hadn't seen her smile in a while March, April, May. She crammed night and day. I hadn't seen her smile in a while Staircase at the university
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Baby Grace is the victim. She was 14 years of age. And the wheels are turning, turning. For the finger points at me. All's well. But I have not been to Oxford Town. All's well. No I have not
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help me say today, today. . I will follow, I will press on. Even when the walk feels long. Your hands hold me together. Your love is with me forever. Through the broken, through the victory. I
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gotta keep moving and press on. Gotta stay real, tryin' to be strong. Making it close but gotta hold on. Tryin' to stay right but the world is so wrong. But I gotta keep moving and press on, press on
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Bài hát Wrecking Ball (Press On) (Feat. Blanca Callahan of Group 1 Crew) - Building 429, Blanca Callahan of Group 1 Crew. Sometimes this world starts breaking me down. I get so lost I think I'll
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y'all "Ego Trippin". So press play. . Kurupt. Man I ain't gon' tell you niggaz again. Man, we about 17 years and rollin' fool. . So many, so many G's in a 'Lac. Blowin' weed in the back. Switch
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see me on top. Tell that bitch to pull up, I'ma send you the drop. Chorus. Press, press, press, press, press. Cardi don't need more press. Kill 'em all, put them hoes to rest. Walk in, bulletproof vest
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Baby Grace is the victim. She was fourteen years of age. And the wheels are turning, turning. For the finger points at me All's well. (Eee eee). (But I have not been to Oxford town). All's well
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gotta keep moving and press on. Gotta stay real, tryin' to be strong. Making it close but gotta hold on. Tryin' to stay right but the world is so wrong. But I gotta keep moving and press on, press on
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