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Song Removables - Manic Street Preachers. Conscience binds you in chains. Trail by stone hammer and nails. No one made the holes but me. Misery mourns, to be devoured Killed God, blood, soiled
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On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street. Violent hash-smoker shook a chocolate machine. Involved in an eating scene Smashing into neon streets in their stonedness. Smearing their eyes on
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, bottle tops. mini skirts,magazines. out on the street it's a living dream I came correct on my secret lives. I spoke the truth darlin' I looked into your eyes. you got uptight and onlookers started
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Kids in the Street. The All American Reject. In the night, in the beat city light. We steal ourselves away and hold on tight. You were there, yeah, we were all there. Too young, too smart, too much
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See my thoughts and then see my scars. See my clothes, I dress to kill. See my blood and see my gun The crash street kids are comin to get ya. (Better run, better run, better run). The crash
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having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one. . For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run. . Well, the
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Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the street of dreams. Dreams, broken in two. Can be made like new. On the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold. Is
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9-9-9. The police don't come. Here on easy street. All the boys in their blue suits. Are lying in the heat. You got no reaction. Coming down my hall. You had no attraction. For anyone at all
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9-9-9. The police don't come. Here on easy street. All the boys in their blue suits. Are lying in the heat. You got no reaction. Coming down my hall. You had no attraction. For anyone at all
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Bài hát Beasley Street - John Cooper Clarke. Far from crazy pavements - . the taste of silver spoons . A clinical arrangement . on a dirty afternoon . Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud . are rendered
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Now won't you come along with me. To the Mississippi?. We'll take a trip to the land of dreams. Blowing down the river, down to New Orleans The band is there to meet us. Old friends to greet us
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queen of the week huh. Im fire just what the thugs desire. Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah. When i walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires. Got every club for more we passin street flyers
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someone thinks he's got a right. To say what's good for you So how do you know. That the man in the street don't care?. And why don't you care. When the man in the street don't know, anyway? I'm not a
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This girl is made of lipstick. Powder and paint. Sees the picture of herself. Every magazine on every shelf. This girl is maid of bond street. Hailing cabs, lunches with executives. Gleaming
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On the Street Where You Live Artist Andy Williams (peak Billboard position # 28 in 1964). Words and Music by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe. from the Broadway musical "My Fair Lady
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Turn on the radio, turn off the lights. We'll bring an end, darling, to your endless night. You're on the wrong side of the street I see your fortune in the lines in your face. I knew you're
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street They're dancing in Chicago. Down in New Orleans. In New York City All we need is music, sweet music. There'll be music everywhere. They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing. Dancing in the
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See the soul singer in the session band. Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand. Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan. For the soul singer in the session band A red carpet
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Bài hát My band - Eminem. Intro . I don't know dude. . I think everyone's all jealous and *** cuz I'm like the lead singer of a band dude. . And I think everyone's got a *** problem with me dude
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SongAustralia - Manic Street Preachers. I don't know if I'm tired. And I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now. It
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. And this hot little trio plays That's where we meet. That's where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous. In the club at the end of the street Ooh where we meet. Ooh where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous
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Come on and hear. come on and hear. Alexander's ragtime band. Come on and hear. come on and hear. It's the best band in the land. They can play a bugle call like you never heared before. So
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servants. . What can a poor boy do. Except to sing for a rock n roll band. Cause you see bein london town. There's just no place. For a street fighting man. . Everywhere I hear the sound. Of
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your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face, I'm looking for. On every street A ladykiller, regulation tattoo. Silver spurs on his heels. Says, what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
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ti. ar. al. Love On A Two Way Street. I found love on a two way street. And lost it on a lonely highway. Love on a two way street. And lost it on a lonely highway. True love will never die. So I\'ve
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ti. ar. al. Love On A Two Way Street. I found love on a two way street. And lost it on a lonely highway. Love on a two way street. And lost it on a lonely highway. True love will never die. So I\'ve
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we were walking on the wild side. Running down a one way street In the night, I see only the fire in your eyes. The morning light brings the shadows of your lies. And so the change has come today
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Now the houses are ghosts. Over Silver Street. They got 'em dressed up like clowns. Married couples slamming doors. Bums praising the Lord. You're playing tapes for the town. Now the
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Uh, what, what, uh Chorus. Street dreams are made of these. Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's. A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key. Everybody's looking for something. Street dreams are made
