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M I crooked letter, crooked letter I. I think I wanna hump that I. M I crooked letter, crooked letter I. I think I wanna hump that I. M I crooked letter, crooked letter I. I think I wanna hump
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. Oh, yes, my roof's got a hole in it and I might drown. . There was a crooked man and he had a crooked smile. Had a crooked sixpence and he walked a crooked mile. Had a crooked cat and he had a
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K'La ft. Nas - Blame. K'La ft. Nas - Blame. K'La ft. Nas - Blame
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. Stepping in and out of that crooked, crooked beat Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst. For the sweat will start to run. With a cymbal splash, a word of truth. And a rocking bass and drum Seeking out
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. Stepping in and out of that crooked, crooked beat Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst. For the sweat will start to run. With a cymbal splash, a word of truth. And a rocking bass and drum Seeking out
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Title By Crooked Steps. Artist Soundgarden . Albums King Animal. I'm addicted to feeling, . Stealing love isn't stealing, . Can't you see that I understand your mind? . I'm a walking believer, . I'm
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you. * your faith There's no hope for us. We speak in tongues, blacker than the sun. No death can touch the crooked young There's no hope for us. We speak in tongues, blacker than the sun. No
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you. * your faith There's no hope for us. We speak in tongues, blacker than the sun. No death can touch the crooked young There's no hope for us. We speak in tongues, blacker than the sun. No
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mind. . Not looking for a brighter side,. Crooked steps will take me higher,. I don't care if you want to cry. . I'm a soldier for hire,. Killing all you admire,. And you live in the cloud but
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Well it's wet,. It's all broken and wet,. But I take what I get,. I got a crooked cigarette. Well she left,. She left me with a hell of a debt,. But no sweat,. I got a crooked cigarette. When
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tell me I should fix my grill cause I got money now. I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it. A perfect smile is more appealing but it's funny how. My * is crooked look at
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here, okay, let me see here. Stat' land, crooked letter is I, we back man. Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance. Hittin' like a back hand. (I slap y'all kids). As if we in a game of
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Song She Bangs - Ricky Martin. Talk to me. Tell me your name. You blow me off like it's all the same. You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away. Like a bomb. Yeah, baby. Talk to me. Tell me your sign
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{There, there, there, there} Put aside the everyday world and come with us. Into the realm of imagination. The middle ground between light and shadow. Incomprehensible U N K L E Would've
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