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girl. Black water. The warm summer rain. Washes your tears in to the big snake. Into the ocean. And your skin is so white under harbour light. Should you fall i`ll be your baby. Say i`ll be
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. One of the boys in Eddie's band. Took a shine to Rita's hand. So , Eddie ran off with the bass man's wife. Oh, but he was back by June. Singin' a different tune. Sporting Miss Rita back by his side. And
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, they really pack 'em in. The in-crowd say it's cool. To dig this chanting thing. But as the wind changed direction. Then the temple band took five. The crowd caught a wiff. Of that crazy Casbah
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Hey. Get in your car and go. Dependin' on how you feel. Turn up your radio. DJ says the love is real. He thinks it's the latest sensation. And you just keep changin' the station Believe me
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Hey. Get in your car and go. Dependin' on how you feel. Turn up your radio. DJ says the love is real. He thinks it's the latest sensation. And you just keep changin' the station Believe me
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Let the dust settle, step on the pedal. See the sun set but I'm, never gonna settle. For less than three hundred miles an hour in the chest. Burn the track, this is only a test. I'm the leader of
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Bài hát Radio Hardcore - Italobrothers . Turn on your Radio. and choose the Frequency. We are On-Air. all over the World to be. in your Head, in your Ear. Just to clear your Mind. leave it all Behind
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If you're gonna play in Texas. You gotta have a fiddle in the band. That lead guitar is hot. But not for a Louisiana man So rosen up that bow for faded love. And let's all dance. If you're gonna
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If you're gonna play in Texas. You gotta have a fiddle in the band. That lead guitar is hot. But not for a Louisiana man So rosen up that bow for faded love. And let's all dance. If you're gonna
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If you're gonna play in Texas. You gotta have a fiddle in the band. That lead guitar is hot. But not for a Louisiana man So rosen up that bow for faded love. And let's all dance. If you're gonna
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. Calling you to come outside. To feel the wind on your face and your skin. And it’s here I begin my story. Turn up the radio. Turn up the radio. Don’t ask me where I wanna go. We gotta turn up the radio. It
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. Calling you to come outside. To feel the wind on your face and your skin. And it’s here I begin my story. Turn up the radio. Turn up the radio. Don’t ask me where I wanna go. We gotta turn up the radio. It
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Woke up this morning on the wrong side of bed. I got this feeling like a train's running through my head. Turned on my radio to the same old song. Some big mouth talking trying to tell us where
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Song Turn The Lights On - Little Big Town. Sucker punched, down for the count. They stole your thunder then your crown. Paralyzed, just hangin' around, you better get up. Or get down Put your
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mother told him, "Someday you will be a man,. And you will be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around. To hear you play your music when the sun go down. Maybe someday your name
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Let me step inside these shoes. Trip awhile of the blues. Pull these strings on my hands. Playin' time with the band. I'll tie you up in a ribbon of tune. And sing a song that will send you
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don't care. And just complain when you're not there. You had your time, you had the power. You've yet to have your finest hour. (Radio). All we hear is Radio ka ka. Radio goo goo. Radio ga ga. All we hear
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They hit the bank on a dog-day afternoon. With the black top popping and the radio out of tune. They looked so young and wild and people sighed. For desperate men need desperate passers by. You
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They hit the bank on a dog-day afternoon. With the black top popping and the radio out of tune. They looked so young and wild and people sighed. For desperate men need desperate passers by. You
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romance. Just someone he could trust And it wasn't no way to carry on. It wasn't no way to live. But he could up with it for a little while. He was working on something big Speedball rang the night desk
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Words and music by rick nielsen. All right, I saw the writing on the wall. All night, I saw the writing on the wall,. I saw the writing on the wall. . Lo and behold, heard it on the radio. It
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Intro. . Saw a man in the street with his fist in the air. Treading along with a quiet limp and a mystery glare. This could be fair he insisted in a whisper and stared me down. As I passed him
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I'm crossing tracks. Painting tags on the walls of the metro. Paradoxical truths like modern day retro. Water and petrol, protons and electrodes. Reality I let go with pro-con anecdotes
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Wind at my back. Face in the sun. All my big ideas done. Big River! Rolling! Listen to a sea shell. You can hear the sea. Listen to a beer glass. That river belongs to me. Big River! Rolling
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Yeah, Big Tymers, this what it's hitting for nigga this stunna. And fresh, we back Incomprehensible, please believe that bitch. Straight off the block nigga, this where it gets gangsta bitch. Big
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(Check this). Head first into the fire,. See me cursing the entire world. I fire bullets out the mouth into a tire wall. Empires fall, others rise even higher, warfare. Is there to keep you
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All the tales you've been tellin from the start. Said em loud but I never believed em. I wore an old band of black around my heart. I wore a frown but it never relieved me. . Suddenly I got
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' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand. Playin' in a travelin' band Listen to the radio, talkin' 'bout the last show. Someone got excited, had to call the state militia. Wanna move Playin' in a travelin
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Verse 1. 6. 45 in the morning in december. I'm waiting for the dawning of the sunlight and remember. Your slender, fragile figure asleep beside me. You shivered and weeped as idly in your sleep
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Bài hát Big Tree (Small Axe) - Alex Harvey Band. Why boasteth thyself. Oh, evil men. Playing smart. And not being clever?. I said, you're working iniquity. To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so). But the
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I'd like to go to India. Live in a big white house in the forest. Drink gin and tonic and play a grand piano. Read a few books. Far from what saddens my heart. Try to live away from it Find a
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. 'Cause you go silly. If she's willing. Trying so hard to be like the big boys So you take her to the pictures. Trying to become a fixture. Inch by inch trying to reach her . Worrying about your
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life, ticking away. Waiting to hear footsteps that say. Love will appear and this time to stay Each time you go. I try to pretend. It's over at last. And this time the big hurt will end Now it
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lightening hits small wonder, it's fast rough factory trade. No expense accounts, or lunch discounts or hyping up the charts. The band went in, and knocked 'em dead, in two minutes fifty-nine. I know the
