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think back on the pastRight here, our ancestors used to love irrational lives
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You take a mortal man,. And put him in control. Watch him become a god,. Watch peoples heads a'roll. A'roll. . Just like the Pied Piper. Led rats through the streets. We dance like
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Welcome to our fortress tall. Take some time to show you around. Impossible to break these walls. For you see the steel is much too strong. Computer banks to rule the world. Instruments to sight
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Thermal count is rising. In perpetual writhing. The primordial ooze. And the sanity they lose. . Awakened in the morning. To more air pollution warnings. Still we sleepwalk off to work. While
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Bài hát Jenny From The Block - Jennifer Lopez, Jadakiss. Children grow and women producing. Men go working. Some go stealing. Everyone's got to make a living. L O X. J. Lo. We off the block this
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. . Being an ignited one. In the twentieth century. ? in a bottle of kerosiene. . Flame ignites into the black. Sending fright. Thought you could read minds. And words and insight. . Backin' the
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you is wrong, I don't wanna be right. If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right If I come first well that's the worse scenario. I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario. I mean it, 20th Century
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weakness, feeding strength. Our life at length is frail. I seek again the river's source. Through time's dark shadowed veil In the fast fading century. As we spin through the years. I pray that our
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some of them cried,. "We do not quite understand -. What changed its worth?" The man replied. "The touch of the masters hand. ". And many a man with life out of tune,. And battered and torn with sin
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Rock 'n' roll. Baby gets tired, everybody knows. Your mother tells you, baby has to show. Yeah, yeah. Let me go. . 'Cause baby's got the feelin'. Baby wants a show. Baby, won't you tell me
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got a nigga gang of pub . I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club . With my jeans on, and my team strong . Get my drink on, and my smoke on . Then go home with, something to poke on (what's up
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hell, through tropical fevers. Excitement of the first days of bushfire seasons. All those planning disasters, monuments to the masters. And the dog dark dealings of its backroom bastards. Every long
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It's been a long year. Been a long night. Took a shot at love for the first time. And I tried. To keep it together inside. So many hours. Too many days and months. I'm still strugglin' to give her up
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. Good God, let me give you my life. No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human
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new years day. To shelter from the storm. . Sons of time are rising, 16 minds exploding. It's the 21st century ain't it cool?. It's taught us how to eat and how to drool. And the wind up merchants
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, does not accept. So I convalesce, and I ease the stress. 'Cos DNA means, does not accept Kleenex kitchen towels and teletext TV. My favorite inventions of the twentieth century. Halie Gebrselassie
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