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The chef prepares a special menu. For your delight, oh my. Tonight you fly so high up. In the vanilla sky Your life is fine, it's sweet and sour. Unbearable great, you've got to learn. You gotta
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Sky Is the Limit - DJ Antoine, Mad Mark. Sun is coming up over the hill . I can hardly sits there . I got the will and I'll find a way . I'm not afraid . Waited for the chance . all over my Life . I
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Written by vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men. Produced by vanilla ice & zero. Published by ice baby music, inc. , dj zero music, inc. , bmi. Background vocals (rap) by vanilla ice. Mix by vanilla
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The world is filled with. The minds of people who try to discuss. A light will shine through. When no one can save you And you feel. The eyes of people who try to decide. You'll find yourself los
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Buh buh buh buh buh buh. Da da da da da da. You went to school to learn girl. What you never never knew before. Like I before E except after C. Why 2 plus 2 makes 4 na na na. I'm gonna teach you
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Sink your teeth into me,. Bite so hard it bleeds, I need some answers more than ever, please! We are fallen angels with no place to go we are fallen angels looking for a home You are dead, you're ali
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When I was 17, I wished I was 23,. When I hit 23, I wished I was 17,. Now I'm almost 29, I wish I was 85,. It would be statistically unlikely you'd be alive Because I hate your guts,. * I hate you
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Gyeah, Rihanna. Good Girl Gone Bad. Take three, action No clouds in my storms. Let it rain, I hydroplane into fame. Comin' down like the Dow Jones. When the clouds come, we gone We Roc-A-Fellas.
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Written by vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero. Produced by vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero. Published by ice baby music, inc. , dj zero music, inc. ,. Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi. Vocals
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Written by Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero. Produced by Vanilla Ice, Tha Hit Men, Zero. Published by Ice Baby Music, Inc. , dj Zero Music, Inc. ,. Oliver and Cooley Music Publishing, bmi. Talkbox
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plane. Pop Bottles make it rain. Every night is all the same. Hit the club,. Hit the after Party. Then we Verse 3. Now put your hands in the sky. If you wanna get drunk tonight. And wave em side
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chills me to the bone. . But drenched in Vanilla twilight, . I'll sit on the front porch all night, . Waist deep in thought because when I think of you. . I don't feel so alone. . I don't feel so alone
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sky. Like satellites ahead of time. Up in the dark we paint the sky. So we don't sleep 'cause we're chasing a spark. Colors that will shine a light in our hearts. We're high on dreams, we're high on
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