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take Him high, you take Him low. You take J. C. wherever you go Now tell me who, who, who, who, who?. Tell me who's in the house? J. C. Tell me who's in the house? J. C. Tell me who's in the house
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We were sick and tired of Buffalo,. Tired of freezin' and shovelin' snow. So we packed it up and moved out to the coast,. To find us a house in California. . Somethin' at the beach or Hollywood
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house . Burning down the house . My house is out of the ordinary . That's right, don't want to hurt nobody . Some things sure can sweep me off my feet . Burning down the house . It was once upon a
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This is the happy house, we're happy here in the happy house. Oh, it's such fun, fun, fun. We've come to play in the happy house. And waste a day in the happy house, it never rains, never rains
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out. They gettin' wiped out and not one at a time. 'Car full of dead black males' read the headline I'm in the White House, House. I'm in the White House, House. I call the shots, I can get your a
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Wasting away the better part of the day. In the bus on the docks of the UK. We walked down the street on that all Hallows Eve. But couldn't wait to get back to the US of A The torture of eight
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Instrumental break. Pre-drop. Break the f* house down. Instrumental drop. Instrumental break. Pre-drop. Break the f* house down. Instrumental drop
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,. Dishes in the kitchen, Girl let's just,. Burn this house down, girl. Leave everything inside. Burn this house down, Ohhh ohh uhh. Burn this house down, Oh naa. It'll never be the same,. Let's burn
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,. Dishes in the kitchen, Girl let's just,. Burn this house down, girl. Leave everything inside. Burn this house down, Ohhh ohh uhh. Burn this house down, Oh naa. It'll never be the same,. Let's burn
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,. Dishes in the kitchen, Girl let's just,. Burn this house down, girl. Leave everything inside. Burn this house down, Ohhh ohh uhh. Burn this house down, Oh naa. It'll never be the same,. Let's burn
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The world on your shoulders. The love of your mother. The fear of the future. The best years behind you The world is getting older. The times they fall behind you. The need it still grows
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You had one job!. Woke up on the West side. Listening to Beach House, taking my time. She's just my type. Dark hair wavin' out the passenger side. Then I start to think. As she pulls me on the
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The world on your shoulders. The love of your mother. The fear of the future. The best years behind you. The world is getting older. The times they fall behind you. The need it still grows
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, can't stop the fightin', no. . He said, she said something's wrong,. Still, they're livin' at home. We heard, we heard, sounded like the end of the world. Heavy, heavy, heavy troubles, the house is
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, can't stop the fightin', no. . He said, she said something's wrong,. Still, they're livin' at home. We heard, we heard, sounded like the end of the world. Heavy, heavy, heavy troubles, the house is
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, can't stop the fightin', no. . He said, she said something's wrong,. Still, they're livin' at home. We heard, we heard, sounded like the end of the world. Heavy, heavy, heavy troubles, the house is
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, can't stop the fightin', no. . He said, she said something's wrong,. Still, they're livin' at home. We heard, we heard, sounded like the end of the world. Heavy, heavy, heavy troubles, the house is
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, can't stop the fightin', no. . He said, she said something's wrong,. Still, they're livin' at home. We heard, we heard, sounded like the end of the world. Heavy, heavy, heavy troubles, the house is
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clean up the mess later. We do it so well. Loving one another. In the closet. On the Facets. In the balconies. Anywhere you are inside this house. Youll, think of me yeah yeah yeah And I want these
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In that big big house. there are fifty doors. and one of them leads to your heart. In the time of spring. I passed your gate. and tried to make a start. All I knew. was the scent of sea and dew. but
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She got a corpse. Under her bed. She had her fun. But now he's dead. Her momma said. Come feed desire. Her brother said. Hey, throw her on the fire. . This is the house. Come on in. This
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I've worked since then. To please the men. At the house of the rising sun. . There is a house. Down in new orleans. They call the rising sun. Its been the ruin of many a good girl. And oh god
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I've worked since then. To please the men. At the house of the rising sun. . There is a house. Down in new orleans. They call the rising sun. Its been the ruin of many a good girl. And oh god
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die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again. . Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire. . Between the woman and the boy
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die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again. . Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire. . Between the woman and the boy
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. Floor to the ceiling. A picture of love. That's this house That's this house. That's this house (Verse). Peaceful, home sweet home. Stuff needs fixing but nothing's broke. Full hearts, passing time
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House for Everyone (Mason). . My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese. It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people
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House for Everyone (Mason). . My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese. It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people
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I've dethroned the king of contradiction. Or were you just a jester all along a simple pawn. Don't you know you can't count. Your tears like your money. Running down like rain in the drain
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die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again. . Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire. . Between the woman and the boy
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die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again. . Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire. . Between the woman and the boy
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die. The house on fire holds no shame. I will be coming home again. . Four hundred miles. Without a word until you smile. Four hundred miles. On fields of fire. . Between the woman and the boy
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around. Our house, in the middle of our street. Our house, in the middle of our . Our house it has a crowd. There's always something happening. And it's usually quite loud. Our mum she's so house-proud
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Gentlemen. From the music this is farfetched extreme, from the brothers we bring a whole brand new thing,. Were in-the-house Yo,. The original ryme-inyl hospital the mic, I spin on the mic, believe it
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trap house. They talking bout me in the trap house. They asking bout me in the trap house. What the business is, stay up out of mine. What the business is, stay up out of mine. They talking bout me
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trap house. They talking bout me in the trap house. They asking bout me in the trap house. What the business is, stay up out of mine. What the business is, stay up out of mine. They talking bout me
