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Do the Vega take a chance and do the Vega. If you dance it you'll have fun. The fever gets ya and then I'll bet ya. You'll shake like the son of a gun First you make the right connection. Choose
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, they will part. Light up the night, we were made to be stars. But it burns like hell to be Vega. Verse 2. Clouds keep forming over this house. Blocking out the sun, I'm trying to keep it all together
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wit u tonight,. so I can break u or something. drop it like. where dey do that ,. where dey (2X). do that . CHORUS Luv me girl. LLL Luv me girl (8x). Luv me boy. LLL Luv me boy (8x) VEGA Baby
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Verse Daphne Rubin-Vega. I see you're driven by your detestation. Your every step is stoked with animus. You need a different type of motivation. Or there's no way that you can handle this. Pre
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wit u tonight,. so I can break u or something. drop it like. where dey do that ,. where dey (2X). do that . CHORUS Luv me girl. LLL Luv me girl (8x). Luv me boy. LLL Luv me boy (8x) VEGA Baby
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wit u tonight,. so I can break u or something. drop it like. where dey do that ,. where dey (2X). do that . CHORUS Luv me girl. LLL Luv me girl (8x). Luv me boy. LLL Luv me boy (8x) VEGA Baby
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The sign said head shots. And that was all. A picture of a boy. And a number you could call. Two eyes in the shade. A mouth so sad and small. Strange the way a shadow. Can fall across the wall
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If language were liquid it would be rushing in. Instead here we are. In a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be These words are too solid. They don't move fast enough. To catch the blu
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It's a one time thing. It just happens a lot. Walk with me and we will see. What we have got My footsteps are ticking. Like water dripping from a tree. Walking a hairline. And stepping very care
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Black on the red and red on black. It's a tic of a tired mind. Come and sit down, won't you try your luck. See if you unwind Never use your 3's and 2's. Follow superstition. Otherwise you are goi
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{Once more. One, two, three, four} I like a tombstone cause it. Weathers well. And if it stands or if it crumbles only. Time will tell And you can carve my name in marble. You must cut it deep.
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"I don't care for tights", she says. And does not tell me why. She hikes her skirt above her knee. Revealing one brown thigh "I see", I say, and wonder at. Her slender little fingers. How cleverl
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