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She said I am the one |
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Who will dance on the floor in the round |
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artist: David Bowie |
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song: China Girl |
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It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright |
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It's so groovy, it's outta sight |
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You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet |
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But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet |
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But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet |
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artist: Tears For Fears |
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Shake That Body |
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Shake That Body |
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People dont you know, dont you know |
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its about time |
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And <song title> |
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Oh <song title> |
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artist: Culture Club |
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song: Karma Chameleon |
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When you're not the one for me |
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Ooooo, is enough, enough? |
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Ooooo, is enough, enough? |
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artist: michael jackson |
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She's never hard to please, oh no |
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artist: cheap trick |
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song: surrender |
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done: true |
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That's going round |
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artist: spice girls |
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song: wannabe |
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done: true |
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And if it's real |
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Well I don't want to know |
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Well I don't want to know |
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artist: roupa nova |
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song: dona |
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Over the seas in all degrees |
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To anywhere I please |
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To anywhere I please |
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artist: bruce springsteen |
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song: glory days |
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done: false |
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done: true |
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song: heaven is a place on earth |
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done: false |
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Oh, baby do you know what that's worth? |
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Oh, <song title>. |
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They say in Heaven, love comes first |
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We'll make Heaven a place on Earth |
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Oh, <song title> |
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When the night falls down, |
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I wait for you, and to come around |
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And the world's alive |
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With the sound of kids on the street outside |
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When you walk into the room |
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You pull me close and we start to move |
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And we're spinnin' with the stars above |
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And you lift me up |
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In the wave of love |
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artist: eurythmics |
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song: here comes the rain again |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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<song title> |
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Falling on my head like a memory |
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Falling on my head like a new emotion |
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I want to walk in the open wind |
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I want to talk like lovers do |
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I want to dive into your ocean |
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Is it raining with you |
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So baby talk to me |
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Like lovers do |
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Walk with me |
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Like lovers do |
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Talk to me |
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Like lovers do |
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<song title> |
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Raining in my head like a tragedy |
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Tearing me apart like a new emotion |
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Oooooh |
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I want to breathe in the open wind |
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I want to kiss like lovers do |
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I want to dive into your ocean |
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Is it raining with you |
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artist: sheryl crow |
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song: if it makes you happy |
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done: false |
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I've been long, a long way from here |
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Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, |
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And drank til I was thirsty again |
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We went searching through thrift store jungles |
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Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo |
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And Benny Goodman's corset and pen |
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Well, o.k. I made this up |
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I promised you I'd never give up |
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[Chorus] |
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<song title> |
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It can't be that bad |
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<song title> |
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Then why the hell are you so sad |
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You get down, real low down |
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You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train |
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Well who hasn't been there before? |
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I come round, around the hard way |
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Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread |
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And serve you french toast again |
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artist: linking park |
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song: in the end |
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<song title> and fire in the sky. |
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<song title>... |
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<song title>... |
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artist: titas |
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song: televisao |
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Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember |
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Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember |
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song: runnin' with the devil |
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done: false |
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Yeah, Yeah! |
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Ah, yeah! |
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I live my life like there's no tomorrow |
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And all I've got, I had to steal |
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Least I don't need to beg or borrow |
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Yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills |
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Oooh, yeah |
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(Ahh!) <song title> (Ahh-hah! Yeah!) |
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(Woo-hoo-oo!) <song title> |
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I'm gonna tell ya all about it |
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I found the simple life ain't so simple |
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When I jumped out, on that road |
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I got no love, no love you'd call real |
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Ain't got nobody, waitin' at home |
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artist: dire straits |
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song: sultans of swing |
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done: false |
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You get a shiver in the dark |
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It's a rainin' in the park, but meantime |
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South of the river you stop and you hold everything |
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A band is blowin' Dixie double four time |
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You feel alright when you hear the music ring... |
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And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces |
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Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down |
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Competition in other places... |
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Oh but the horns they blowin' that sound |
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Way on down south, way on down south London town |
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You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords |
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But he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing |
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They've said an old guitar is all he can afford |
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When he gets up under the lights to play his thing |
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artist: the police |
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song: message in a bottle |
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done: false |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: ac/dc |
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artist: ac dc |
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song: back in black |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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<song title> |
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I hit the sack |
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I've been too long I'm glad to be back |
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Yes I'm, let loose |
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From the noose |
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That's kept me hanging about |
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I keep looking at the sky |
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'Cause it's gettin' me high |
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Forget the herse 'cause I'll never die |
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I got nine lives |
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Cat's eyes |
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Usin' every one of them and running wild |
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'Cause I'm back |
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Yes, I'm back |
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Well, I'm back |
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Yes, I'm back |
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Well, I'm back, back |
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(Well) I'm <song title> |
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Yes, I'm <song title> |
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artist: ozzy osbourne |
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song: crazy train |
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done: false |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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song: spirit of radio |
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done: false |
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Begin the day with a friendly voice, |
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A companion unobtrusive |
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Plays that song that's so elusive |
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And the magic music makes your morning mood. |
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Off on your way, hit the open road, |
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There is magic at your fingers |
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For the Spirit ever lingers, |
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Undemanding contact in your happy solitude. |
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Invisible airwaves crackle with life |
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Bright antenna bristle with the energy |
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Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength |
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Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free |
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All this machinery making modern music |
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Can still be open-hearted. |
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Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question |
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Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty. |
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artist: yes |
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song: owner of a lonely heart |
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done: false |
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Move yourself |
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You always live your life |
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Never thinking of the future |
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Prove yourself |
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You are the move you make |
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Take your chances win or loser |
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See yourself |
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You are the steps you take |
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You and you - and that's the only way |
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Shake shake yourself |
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You're every move you make |
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So the story goes |
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Much better than - a |
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artist: van halen |
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song: jump |
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done: false |
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I get up, and nothing gets me down. |
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You got it tough. I've seen the toughest around. |
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And I know, baby, just how you feel. |
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You've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real |
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Oh, can't you see me standing here? |
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I've got my back against the record machine |
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I ain't the worst that you've seen. |
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Oh, can't you see what I mean? |
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Ah, I might as well <song title>. <song title>! |
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Might as well <song title>. |
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Go ahead, <song title>. <song title>! |
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Go ahead, <song title>. |
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Aaa-ohh Hey you! Who said that? |
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Baby how you been? |
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You say you don't know, you won't know |
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Until you begin. |
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So can't you see me standing here? |
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I've got my back against the record machine |
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I ain't the worst that you've seen. |
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Oh, can't you see what I mean? |
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artist: dire straits |
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song: money for nothing |
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done: false |
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done: true |
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song: sweet child of mine |
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done: false |
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Reminds me of childhood memories |
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Where everything |
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Was as fresh as the bright blue sky |
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Now and then when I see her face |
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She takes me away to that special place |
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And if I'd stare too long |
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I'd probably break down and cry |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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<song title> |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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<song title> |
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She's got eyes of the bluest skies |
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As if they thought of rain |
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I hate to look into those eyes |
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And see an ounce of pain |
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Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place |
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Where as a child I'd hide |
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And pray for the thunder |
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And the rain |
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To quietly pass me by |
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artist: ac/dc |
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artist: ac dc |
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song: thunderstruck |
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done: false |
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I was caught |
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In the middle of a railroad track(Thunder) |
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And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder) |
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My mind raced |
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And I thought what could I do (Thunder) |
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And I knew |
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And I knew there was no help,no help from you (Thunder) |
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Sound of the drums |
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Beatin' in my heart |
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The thunder of guns |
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Tore me apart |
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You've been-thunderstruck |
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Went down the highway |
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Broke the limit, we hit the town |
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Went through to Texas, yeah Texas |
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And we had some fun |
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We met some girls |
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Some dancers who gave a good time |
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Broke all the rules, played all the fools |
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Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds |
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artist: alice in chains |
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song: man in the box |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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I'm the <song title> |
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Buried in my shit |
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Won't you come and save me, save me |
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Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut? |
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Jesus Christ, deny your maker |
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He who tries, will be wasted |
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Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut |
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I'm the dog who gets beat |
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Shove my nose in shit |
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Won't you come and save me, save me |
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Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut? |
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Jesus Christ, deny your maker |
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He who tries, will be wasted |
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Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut |
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artist: red hot chilli peppers |
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song: scar tissue |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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<song title> that I wish you saw |
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Sarcastic mister know it all |
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Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause |
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With the birds I'll share |
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With the birds I'll share |
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This lonely view |
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With the birds I'll share |
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This lonely view |
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Push me up against the wall |
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Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra |
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Fallin' all over myself |
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To lick your heart and taste your health 'cause |
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With the birds I'll share |
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This lonely view... |
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Blood loss in a bathroom stall |
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Southern girl with a scarlet drawl |
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Wave good-bye to ma and pa 'cause |
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With the birds I'll share |
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With the birds I'll share |
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This lonely view |
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With the birds I'll share |
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This lonely view |
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artist: white stripes |
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song: seven nation army |
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done: false |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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- |
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song: i believe in a thing called love |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel |
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My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel |
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Touching you, touching me |
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touching you, god you're touching me |
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I believe in a thing called love |
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Just listen to the rhythm of my heart |
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There's a chance we could make it now |
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We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down |
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Ooh! |
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I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day |
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You got me in a spin but everythin' is A.OK! |
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Touching you, touching me |
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touching you, god you're touching me |
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artist: franz ferdinand |
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song: take me out |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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So if you're lonely |
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You know I'm here waiting for you |
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I'm just a crosshair |
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I'm just a shot away from you |
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And if you leave here |
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You leave me broken, shattered, I lie |
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I'm just a crosshair |
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I'm just a shot, then we can die |
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I know I won't be leaving here with you |
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artist: modest mouse |
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song: float on |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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I backed my car into a cop car the other day |
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Well, he just drove off - sometimes life's okay |
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I ran my mouth off a bit too much, ah what did I say? |
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Well, you just laughed it off and it was all okay |
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And we'll all <song title> okay |
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And we'll all <song title> okay |
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And we'll all <song title> okay |
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And we'll all <song title> anyway, well |
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A fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam |
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It was worth it just to learn some sleight of hand |
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Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands |
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Good news will work it way to all them plans |
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We both got fired on, exactly, the same day |
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Well, we'll <song title>, good news is on the way |
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artist: snap |
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song: the power |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Like the crack of the whip, I snap attack |
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Front to back in this thing called rap |
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Dig it like a shovel, rhyme Devil on a Heavenly level |
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Bang the bass, turn up the treble |
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Radical mind day and night all the time |
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Seven, fourteen, wise, divine |
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Maniac, brainiac, winning the game |
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I'm the lyrical Jesse James |
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Oh, yeah, yeah |
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Oh yeah, gettin' kinda heavy |
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It's getting', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy |
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It's getting', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy |
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It's getting', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy |
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It's getting', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy |
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artist: technotronic |
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song: pump up the jam |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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<song title> |
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<tip> it up |
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while your feet are stomping |
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And the jam is pumping |
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look ahead the crowd is jumpin' |
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<tip> it up a little more |
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get the party goin' on the dance floor |
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see 'cause that's where the party's at |
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and you'll find out if you do that |
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artist: mc hammer |
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song: u can't touch this |
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done: false |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: snap |
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song: rhythm is a dancer |
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lyrics: > |
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<song title> |
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It's a source companion |
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People feel it everywhere |
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Lift your hands and voices |
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Free your mind and join us |
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You can feel it in the air |
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Oh it's a passion |
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Oh you can feel it yeah |
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Oh it's a passion Ohh |
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Check this out |
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Let the rhythm ride you, guide you |
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Sneak inside you set your mind to move |
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To its pulsation, bass vibrations |
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Sense sensation, pause is not implicit |
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Mind and body must be free too |
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Please take it all way, nothing to lose |
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Everything to win |
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artist: vanilla ice |
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song: ice ice baby |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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All right stop, collaborate, and listen |
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Ice is back with my brand new invention |
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Something grabs a hold of me tightly |
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Flow like a harpoon, daily and nightly |
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Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know |
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Turn off the lights and I'll glow |
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To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal |
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Light-up a stage and wax a chump like a candle |
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Dance, go rush the speaker that booms |
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I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom |
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Deadly when I play a dope melody |
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Anything less than the best is a felony |
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Love it or leave it, you better gang way |
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You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play |
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If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it |
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Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it |
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