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. And sing the chorus of the broken hearted
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Sinclair Bass. Andy Ward Drums, Percussion. Mel Collins Bass & Concert Flutes
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. Rock on, I wanna be President, 'cos (I love it). . Chorus. I love it loud, I wanna hear it loud, right between the eyes. Loud, I wanna hear it loud, I don't want to compromise. . Turn it up, hungry
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Verse 1. I guess I'm alright, guess I'm alright. I guess I'm doing fine, guess I doing fine. Do y' think I miss you, Do y' think I care?. Do y' think I'd lay down and die?. . Chorus 1. You
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SOPHIE. Don't know how to take it. Don't know where to go. My resistance running low. And every day the hold is getting tighter. And it troubles me so NIGHTMARE CHORUS. You know that I'm
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to give me what I need. Just let me love you and you'll never leave. . Chorus. Feel my heat takin' you higher, burn with me, Heaven's on fire. Paint the sky with desire, angel fly, Heaven's on
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be good to yourself. Chorus. Lick it up, lick it up, it's only right now. Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah. Lick it up, lick it up, come on, come on. Lick it up, lick it up. . Don't need to wait
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. You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy. You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'. . Chorus. I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day. I wanna rock and roll all night and party every
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dress on, your folks all gone. You're sure to give the guys a ball. . CHORUS. . . Get that real guitar boy shakin',. I'm a California man,. Dance right on till the floors are breakin'. I'm a
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dress on, your folks all gone. You're sure to give the guys a ball. . CHORUS. . . Get that real guitar boy shakin',. I'm a California man,. Dance right on till the floors are breakin'. I'm a
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brothers' getting burned. Original american. Turned into second class citizen. . (Chorus). Cry for the indians. Die for the indians. Cry for the indians. Cry, cry, cry for the indians. Love the land
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brothers' getting burned. Original american. Turned into second class citizen. . (Chorus). Cry for the indians. Die for the indians. Cry for the indians. Cry, cry, cry for the indians. Love the land
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don't go. Mandrake-rooted deep into the soil. Where the sun won't fall but it flourishes. See the pretty maids all in a row. . Chorus. . It's reaching. And groping a clammy handshake. Clawing the
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arriving. And it feels like I am home. Pre-Chorus Elsa. I have always been a fortress. Cold secrets deep inside. You have secrets, too. But you don't have to hide. Chorus 1 Elsa, Siren. Show yourself. I'm
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beheaded. Handcuffed (in lace and blood and sperm). Swimming in poison. Gasping in the fragrance. Sweat carves a screenplay. Of discipline. And devotion. . Chorus. . Can you see?. See into the
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