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Experiment. Tonny Bennett. (Cole Porter). . Note. (I am only giving you the original lyrics, here. There was a revised version for a film, Mississippi Belle, but since the movie. Was never
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, sister and brother. I dreamed about that girl who's been waiting for so long I wanna go home. I wanna go home. Ohh how I wanna go home Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city. From the letters that I
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, sister and brother. I dreamed about that girl who's been waiting for so long I wanna go home. I wanna go home. Ohh how I wanna go home Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city. From the letters that I
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playin' on the radio. It goes. . Get up. Everybody's gonna move their feet. Get down. Everybody's gonna leave their seat. . You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City. . Twelve o'clock, I
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who's been waiting there so long I wanna to go home, I wanna to go home. Oh, how I wanna go home My kinfolks think I'm big in Detroit City. From all the letters that I write, they think I'm fine. By
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who's been waiting there so long I wanna to go home, I wanna to go home. Oh, how I wanna go home My kinfolks think I'm big in Detroit City. From all the letters that I write, they think I'm fine. By
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Bài hát Sunday Candy - Donnie Trumpet, The Social Experiment. She could say in her voice, in her way that she love me. With her eyes, with her smile, with her belt, with her hands, with her money. I
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(Al Cleveland/Marvin Gaye/Renaldo Benson). I just want to ask a question. Who really cares?. To save a world in despair. There'll come a time, when the world won't be singin'. Flowers won't grow
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. I'ma call that rude boy from Detroit, Trick Trick. Quick come pick me up, bring them guns. Come to the club, meet me out front. There's some chump up in this bitch. Poppin' some junk cause he's drunk
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when I ain't got them boys with me. And the situation gets a little sticky I'ma dial 911 like a motherfuckin' punk, * that, bla bla. I'ma call that rude boy from Detroit, Trick Trick. Quick come
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(Marvin Gaye/Anna Gaye/Elgie Stover). Flying high in the friendly sky. Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no. Rest of the folks are tired and weary. Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies
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Woo ah, mercy mercy me. Ah things ain't what they used to be, no no. Where did all the blue skies go?. Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east. Woo mercy, mercy me, mercy
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I feel uptight on a Saturday night. Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light. I hear my song and it pulls me through. Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do. I got to Get up. Everybody's
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Smile when your heart is aching. Smile even though it's breaking. When there are clouds in the sky. You'll get by. If you smile through your fear and sorrows. Smile and maybe tomorrow. You see
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, operator. Put him on the line, I want him on the line. I want him on the line. I wanna talk to that long gone lover of mine. . Operator, operator, there is static in my line. Did he say that his love
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people avoid. I've made love in every city. But I'll be buried in Detroit. Verse 3 Big Sean. Man, I always kept it righteous knowing it would come back to me. Even when my hunger was outweighing the
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playin' on the radio. It goes. . Get up. Everybody's gonna move their feet. Get down. Everybody's gonna leave their seat. . You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City. . Twelve o'clock, I
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playin' on the radio. It goes. . Get up. Everybody's gonna move their feet. Get down. Everybody's gonna leave their seat. . You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City. . Twelve o'clock, I
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playin' on the radio. It goes. . Get up. Everybody's gonna move their feet. Get down. Everybody's gonna leave their seat. . You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City. . Twelve o'clock, I
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I am the bad one,. Distant and cruel one,. I am the dream that,. Keeps you running down,. With distraction,. Violent reaction,. Scars of my actions,. Watch me running out,. . Hell doesn't
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Body of a monkey and the feet of a c***,. Dragged from her home on the killing rock,. Black dog dying on the weather vain,. The Devil's in a cat and the baby's brain,. . Chorus. The End - The
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Alone against the world. Twist a reckless life - straight. Into the heart of the ripper -. Trick of treat my mind to. A rebel ride - heldorado. Move like a monster. . Creature of the wheel
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Shriek the lips. Across ragged tongue,. Convulsing together. Sing. Violently, Move the jaw. Cry aloud. Bound up the Dead. Triumphantly. . The ragged they come and. The ragged they kill
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Dead I am the one, exterminating son. Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze. Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry. While they slowly turn, conquering the worm. . Dig through the
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(gripping the wheel, his knuckles. Went white with desire! the wheels. Of his mustang exploding on the. Highway like a slug from a . 45. True death 400 horsepower of. Maximum performance
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(Don't lie to yourself, it gave you pleasure). . Hell on Earth. For What It's Worth. Dead on Dreaming. You started screaming. The wizard of how. The king of the now. Cry like a banshee. And
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He looked a lot like Che Guevara,. Drove a diesel van. Kept his gun in quiet seclusion,. Such a humble man. The only survivor of the National People's Gang. Panic in Detroit, I asked for an
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He looked a lot like Che Guevara,. Drove a diesel van. Kept his gun in quiet seclusion,. Such a humble man. The only survivor of the National People's Gang. Panic in Detroit, I asked for an
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american dream. . In the mouth of madness. Down in the darkness. No more tomorrow. Down in the hollow. . Hey do ya love it when the kids are screaming. Wrecking on the road violate their dreaming
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Rage in the cage. And piss upon the stage. There's only one sure way. To bring the giant down. Defunct the strings. Of cemetary things. With one flat foot. On the devil's wing. . Crawl on me
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Yeah I am the astro-. Creep a demolition. Style hell american. Freak yeah - I am the. Crawling dead - a. Phantom in a box. Shadow in your. Head say acid. Suicide freedom. Of the blast read
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Jesus lived his life in a cheap hotel. On the edge of Route 66 yeah He lived a dark and twisted life and he came right back just to do it. Again - Eye for and eye and a tooth for the truth -I ain't
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Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby. Ain't nothing like the real thing. Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby. Ain't nothing like the real thing I got your picture hanging on my wall. 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
