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. Makin' it my mission,. Takin' it nice & slow. I just need your permission,. But you seem already,. All ready to go whoa oh. Verse 2. Its good to be back,. Back in your arms. Here with my baby,. Ridin
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the first cuss. it bust the rust right off the padlocks!. sprung the cells as well. wrung the bells on the alarm clocks raymond's paintings stating faking is the shits. while minnesota's busting
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don't care. Say 'cause it's me who wants this fight. My baby's strange Strange, strange On a mission, can't you see?. On addicted fantasy. Come and make your move. You don't tell me, baby, whoa, ah
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temples down. I'm on a mission now Smoldering down inside your mood. Slithering and fanning in your eyes. I'm going to dive through your crying And sleep in your hair, rise from your ashes. And kneel in
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tiThe First Noel. arDavid Archuleta. alChristmas From The Heart. 00-3. 03The First Noel. 00-0. 40David Archuleta. Christmas From The Heart. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel. Born is the King of Israel. The
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Hold your fire, keep it burning bright. Hold the flame 'til the dream ignites. A spirit with a vision is a dream. With a mission I hear their passionate music. Read the words that touch my heart
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make you blind We're hiding so much pain. But it is all in vain. Livin', lying for a Mission of mercy. Rescue me and I will be your. Mission of mercy. Set me free and I can be your. Mission of
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Mission control, mission control. Are you receiving? we've got a problem, in every sense of the word. Come in, mission control. Permission to land, i'm taking her down. thrusters on full
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pipes. And bonny grass to burn. Our mission is a secret. But we're fool enough to try. We'll sail the bloody ocean, boys. Or drink the * dry "If I'd've been a carpenter," the swarthy. sergeant
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Song Mission Street - Vienna Teng. Mission Street is a striking dark-eyed stranger. Speaks a language I don't know but long to learn. Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane. As I sit as
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(Porter Wagoner & Dolly Parton) Tonight all is quiet in Mission Chapel. And the music, like his love, has died away. And I'm standing in the middle of these memories. Mission Chapel memories of
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. The excess We end our great mission exhausted and sad. And there is no hope left. When suddenly in a cloud of golden smog. The father of excess. Jumps out of the water of the Amazonas full of
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We can't contain what's inside. Thunder and lightning can't hide. Freed from the past. Destined to win. Taking the Gospel where it's never been. Chorus. We're on, we're on, we're on a mission
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MONEY MONEY MONEY STACKING UP. That's always my mission. Always stays loyal. Cause i'm the one that they been chosen. 24h. Cause i'm dedication. 3 4 5 bad bitch in the hot tup i feel like vacation
