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Bài hát The Rage - Judas Priest. From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain. We were drinking beauty with our eyes. We were given all to make our own. Let us be left alone. Laid the tasks and
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Bài hát The Rage - Judas Priest. From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain. We were drinking beauty with our eyes. We were given all to make our own. Let us be left alone. Laid the tasks and
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Bài hát The Rage - Judas Priest. From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain. We were drinking beauty with our eyes. We were given all to make our own. Let us be left alone. Laid the tasks and
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Tommy gun. You ain't happy unless you got one. Tommy gun. Ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money. Maybe he wants to kill for his country. Whatever he
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Bài hát Tommy Gun - The Clash. Tommy gun. You ain't happy unless you got one. Tommy gun. Ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money. Maybe he wants to kill
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I remember as if it were a meal ago Said, Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear. Whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise
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system. I was born to rage against 'em Fist in ya face, in the place. And I'll drop the style clearly. Know your enemy. Know your enemy!. Yeah! Hey yo, and dick with this uggh!. Word is born. Fight
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explosion on stage. Comes fear. Frances Fanon. Ya you know his anger is so clear ?. . Using my brain. Until the power is obtained. Using my stength to gain. A struggle for rage. . But I. Choose to
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quiet river rage. Forcin' my lips into a smile. Don't believe that the world is empty. Just too noisy to hear the sound. I can feel the quiet river rage. And I'm fallin' down. Saved by the river now
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Bài hát All The Rage - Allie X. Verse 1. In a cloud of mania. Taking me up, taking me up and putting me down. I had a glimpse of Eureka. Chewing me up, chewing me up and spitting me out. Pre-Chorus
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get wit'. Me and Tommy hittin' man. Cold dropped a smash hit. Angry as a battery. Back in the funk. ''cause I'm not frontin'. Commin' upon the stage I'll say ya somethin'. Clear as a project
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognise. Having never seen the colour of my fathers
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognise. Having never seen the colour of my fathers
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, rip the system. I was born to rage against em. . Fist in ya face, in the place. And I'll drop the style clearly. Know your enemy. Know your enemy!. . Yeah!. . Hey yo, and dick with this. Uggh
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, rip the system. I was born to rage against em. . Fist in ya face, in the place. And I'll drop the style clearly. Know your enemy. Know your enemy!. . Yeah!. . Hey yo, and dick with this. Uggh
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, rip the system. I was born to rage against em. . Fist in ya face, in the place. And I'll drop the style clearly. Know your enemy. Know your enemy!. . Yeah!. . Hey yo, and dick with this. Uggh
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and foot. And always tell him "No?". Tears of rage, tears of grief. Why am I the one who must be the thief ?. Come to me now, you know. We're so alone. And life is brief. We pointed out the way
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am. Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to
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(Uncle Ernie) Good morning campers!. I'm your Uncle Ernie,. And I welcome you to Tommy's Holiday Camp!. The camp with a differance. Never mind the weather. When you come to Tommy's,. The
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rage. This brutality can never be undone. But the sun has not yet set. The bass and drums and microphone a threat. That's when you've got to get the cry from the inside. And see that they're
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. Still knee-deep in the systems *. Hoover, he was a body remover. Ill give ya a dose. But it'll never come close. To the rage built up inside of me. Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
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. Still knee-deep in the systems *. Hoover, he was a body remover. Ill give ya a dose. But it'll never come close. To the rage built up inside of me. Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
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reverend's son. Now she lives in a sin-free world. Tip your cap to the brave old girl Now all my rage been gone. Now all my rage been gone. I'd leave my rage to the sea and the sun. I'd leave my rage to
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognize. Having never seen the color of my father's
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. Still knee-deep in the system's *. Hoover, he was a body remover. I'll give ya a dose. But it'll never come close. To the rage built up inside of me. Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. U. S. A. YOU WERE BORN TO RAGE, SO COME ON!
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Rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. . U. S. A. you were born to rage, . So come on!
