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(Take it to the streets, take it). (Take it to the streets). (Take it to the streets, take it). (Take it to the streets) Everyone I know has a partner. Everyone I know has a friend. A friend
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gonna kick it down Sometimes I feel like, I'm back on the streets again. Sometimes I feel like there's nowhere to go. Sometimes I feel like, I'm back on the streets again Listen, you've been towing me
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Bài hát Streets Of Love - The Rolling Stones. You're awful bright. You're awful smart. I must admit. You broke my heart. The awful truth. Is really sad. I must admit. I was awful bad. While lovers
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feel like I lost my way. Things get darker everyday that I stay You're out on the streets. Livin' on your own. You're out on the streets. So far from home When you're out on the streets. You can't
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disappear. For Forever, I'll be here Whispering. Morning, keep the streets empty for me I laying down eating snow. My fur is hot, my tongue is cold. On a bed of spider web. I think of how to change
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with me, Chamillitary mayne. . Chorus Chamillionaire. You should worry 'bout you while you worry 'bout me. At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be. I got the streets on lock and I'm
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Incomprehensible. That was too much, oh, too much for me. That's why I walked the back streets, the back street and cry. Oh yeah Oh, it hurts me, it hurts me so bad. Oh, to hear my baby. Hear my baby say
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we'll sleep with the girls from the streets Hurry faster don't look back. His coattails snap his laughter's burning in my ears. I ride upon this giant storm. Through rust-red rooms where shadows
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Bài hát Wild In The Streets (Album Version) - Bon Jovi. Joey comes from a sacred part of town . Where sometimes you talk so tough . That your feet don't touch the ground . And the sidewalk soldiers
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Bài hát Wild In The Streets - Bon Jovi. Joey comes from a sacred part of town . Where sometimes you talk so tough . That your feet don't touch the ground . And the sidewalk soldiers sing the midnite
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tiWhere The Streets Have No Name. arU2. al. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to tear down the walls. That hold me inside. I want to reach out. And touch the flame. Where the streets have no name
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I'll lock myself away and not face one more day. On the streets of this town. And all I've got to lose is a feelin' called the blues. And a little old frown I signed your dotted line and did my
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from you. You kept me hanging on the line. I get so lonely all the time. I try to find my way back home. These streets will never look the same. My broken heart erased your name. The screen stayed
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I wanna run. I want to hide. I wanna tear down the walls. That hold me inside. I wanna reach out. And touch the flame. Where the streets have no name. . I wanna feel sunlight on my face. I
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I wanna run. I want to hide. I wanna tear down the walls. That hold me inside. I wanna reach out. And touch the flame. Where the streets have no name. . I wanna feel sunlight on my face. I
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I wanna run. I want to hide. I wanna tear down the walls. That hold me inside. I wanna reach out. And touch the flame. Where the streets have no name. . I wanna feel sunlight on my face. I
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includes a quote from The Streets Of Cairo (Thornton)
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(Dolly Parton) Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy. There's a city where the streets are paved in gold. A land where the milk and the honey flow. And a mansion which for me. 'Cause my bible tells
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(Dolly Parton) Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy. There's a city where the streets are paved in gold. A land where the milk and the honey flow. And a mansion which for me. 'Cause my bible tells
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(Dolly Parton) Glory to His name, oh, holy, holy. There's a city where the streets are paved in gold. A land where the milk and the honey flow. And a mansion which for me. 'Cause my bible tells
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return. The more you talk the less it means. And what I want''s not what I need. While we''re flesh and blood and I still bleed. I know you''re bad for me. But maybe on the streets of glory. I see you on
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. And baby I ain't no liar, I walk Streets of fire, streets of fire. Streets of fire, streets of fire Now I'm wandering, a loser down the tracks. An' I'm lyin', but babe I can't go back. 'Cause in the
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Intro Jay 305. Don't blame my mama. Blame it on the streets. Don't blame my liquor. Blame it on the streets Verse 1 Jay 305. Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life. Young nigga
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Magic Streets. We went to the darkest side of town. Where all the ladies hang around. And all the loving can be found. In town. We went to the Early Learning Centre. With the money that I'd
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On a cold misty night. At the corner of Haight. She stood with a Colt 45. The gun in her hand, awaiting her man. A victim to take by surprise She's the Golden Gate Park killer. She's the scourge
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, this town Live faster, live stronger. Let us speed up or get blown over. Time's wasting, how much longer. Before I get myself free. Of these hurricane? Leaves are blowing down the streets. Wind
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nowhere. These streets of nowhere. . Your faded signs, . Your tiny crimes. Your endless jokes that go on for miles. Your errant daughter walks the water. You wouldn't have a word said against her
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know. Chorus Phobe Ryan. I’ll ride my bike up to the world. Down the streets right through the city. I’ll go everywhere you go. From Chicago to the coast. You tell me, “Hit this and let’s go. Blow the
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own face. . Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away . On the Streets of Philadelphia. . I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone, . I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
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pretty. And a friend is still a friend. I need a hometown street where the love you're giving. Surely comes back 'roubd again. . Hometown streets are paved in gold. With faces that you've always
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. gun shot Chorus. I saw ppl dancing in the streets. Streets of a lonely city. Listen to the beats. The people strike their feet on the lonley concrete streets of. streets of a lonely city
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Song Streets of London - Cilla Black. Have you seen the old man . in the closed down market. Kicking up the paper, . with his worn out shoes. In his eyes you see no pride . hand held loosely at his
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Panic. (The Puppini Sisters). . Panic on the streets of London. Panic on the streets of Birmingham. I wonder to myself. Could life ever be sane again?. The Leeds side-streets that you slip
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yesterday's news. . So how can you tell me you're lonely. And say for you that the sun don't shine. Let me take you by the hand. And lead you through the streets of London. I'll show you something. To
