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a vast desire. Years of pain are flowing down my arms. Sweet, red, warm stream you drink, make me released. Give me your hand, let me make you feel the ease,. In the bed of razors we bleed
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bags is like gift bags, you get it for free. If you master fronting, classic cutting. You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something. Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes. Glove club you down
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(n. rodgers/g. smith). . Dancin', dancin'. . Keep on dancing. So you don't have to fee the pain. Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing. So you don't have to feel the pain. . Fate has dealt you
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Why you say the things you say?. I'll never know I need you so. Why you play the games you play?. I'll never know cos I need you so Running around in your sharp sand. Running around don't know
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look me in the eye. And tell me if you see a trace of fear. . You gotta look sharp. You gotta look sharp. And you gotta have no illusions. Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
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look me in the eye. And tell me if you see a trace of fear. . You gotta look sharp. You gotta look sharp. And you gotta have no illusions. Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
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Clean shirt, new shoes. And I don't know where I am goin' to. Silk suit, black tie. I don't need a reason why They come runnin' just as fast as they can. 'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp
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Clean shirt, new shoes. and I don't know where I am goin' to. Silk suit, black tie,. I don't need a reason why. They come runnin' just as fast as they can. coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed
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girl. Making your way in this world. Something you're feeling tonight. Tells you what's wrong and what's right You gotta keep me comin', keep me comin'. (Keep me comin', keep me comin'). You gotta
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Ooooiii!!. Ha ha ha ha ahaha ahahaha. Yea!. . Sttuuupid!. . Chorus. Fix up look sharp. Don't make me paint a bitch. Something get dark. Hear the bang, see the spark. Duck down, lay down
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look me in the eye. And tell me if you see a trace of fear. . You gotta look sharp. You gotta look sharp. And you gotta have no illusions. Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
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look me in the eye. And tell me if you see a trace of fear. . You gotta look sharp. You gotta look sharp. And you gotta have no illusions. Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
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look me in the eye. And tell me if you see a trace of fear. . You gotta look sharp. You gotta look sharp. And you gotta have no illusions. Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
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us more!. Drop the beat as sharp as a razor!. Sharp as a razor!. . (All the girls say!) Wind it up!. (All the boys say!) Wind it up!. (All the girls say!) Wind it up!. (All the boys say!) Wind
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Two lives, two hearts, two souls who never part. We said, we would for life and that's why. Tonight I don't fear the end of the road 'cause I I keep going, keep going. I keep going till we've run
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I used to be lonely till I learned about livin' alone. I found other things to keep my mind on. And I'm gettin' to know myself a little bit better. Whoa, I keep pushin' on, I keep pushin' on, yeah
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Artist Talib Kweli & Dead Prez. Song Sharp Shooters. Typed by NLP * denmark Farum 3520. lirilommen@msn. com (stic. man). Everything is politics,I CHIN, Kweli, people army, you know it (M-1
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got it made. Think you got it made. Think you got it made. When you're one blade shy of a sharp edge Republican is the way you vote. You've got a sticker on your bumper that's how I know. And you
