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gun. Cold steel, gun powder kiss. Livin' for the taste of new blood on your lips . Your high noon is a midnight moon. Puttin' every Jesse James to shame with your gunshot wound. Love for you is like
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Bài hát The Gun (feat. Trinidad James, Dev & Chrish) - Cash Cash, Trinidad James, Dev, Chrish. Oh, I never should've dropped the gun down, baby. Oh, I never should've trusted you, I'm crazy. Have I
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{Good evening ladies and gentlemen. James Brown enterprises presents. The James Brown show. Thank you, and now. The star of the show. Let the brother rap, James Brown}
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cold blood, waiting for the train. While heading home to his wife And the police report said, we have no choice left. We did what we were forced to do. He was sweating it out with a backpack on. Who
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care alright, about your wants. I just wanna tell ya baby about the does and don'ts, huh. I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' Uh hey, when you kiss me, yeah. And ya miss me, hold me. And
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say that I tried. Oh, what's the sense in hurting my pride. I really can't stay, baby don't hold out, ah, but it's cold outside What are you doing with your coat. You don't need your coat. Why are
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and too many doors. You have torn all the joy from my heart and my body shows it. The only beats you allow around here are the beat of war. Let's have a party. Bring a gun. Bring a gun. Don't go
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So cold, so cold, so cold. So cold. So cold, so cold, so cold. So cold I'm in love and I want you. In the worst way, yeah. There's nothing that I won't do. To keep you happy I've never met
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. To James Joyce Soles. To James Joyce Soles. I went down at midnight. To the Holy Loch shore. And scattered the ashes. Of James Joyce Soles. He knew the reasons. Why we were here. He loved your
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. On your mark, set, go Under the gun, do your livin' on the trigger. Under the gun, walk on the wire. Under the gun, when the stakes are gettin' bigger. Under the gun, take aim and fire I don't need
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James!. Slap the bitch like Rick James. I'm Rick James! Why does it matter now?. Who can do you better. Feet up on your couch,. Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James. Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James. Cold blooded
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care alright, about your wants. I just wanna tell ya baby about the does and don'ts, huh. I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' Uh hey, when you kiss me, yeah. And ya miss me, hold me. And
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care alright, about your wants. I just wanna tell ya baby about the does and don'ts, huh. I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' Uh hey, when you kiss me, yeah. And ya miss me, hold me. And
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. But he followed them both and he shot at the throat, couldn't stop his hand. So now he's under the gun. He was born and raised and he lived like the son of an honest man. And who would've thought
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care alright, about your wants. I just wanna tell ya baby about the does and don'ts, huh. I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' Uh hey, when you kiss me, yeah. And ya miss me, hold me. And
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care alright, about your wants. I just wanna tell ya baby about the does and don'ts, huh. I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' Uh hey, when you kiss me, yeah. And ya miss me, hold me. And
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care alright, about your wants. I just wanna tell ya baby about the does and don'ts, huh. I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' Uh hey, when you kiss me, yeah. And ya miss me, hold me. And
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care alright, about your wants. I just wanna tell ya baby about the does and don'ts, huh. I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' Uh hey, when you kiss me, yeah. And ya miss me, hold me. And
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care alright, about your wants. I just wanna tell ya baby about the does and don'ts, huh. I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' Uh hey, when you kiss me, yeah. And ya miss me, hold me. And
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care alright, about your wants. I just wanna tell ya baby about the does and don'ts, huh. I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' Uh hey, when you kiss me, yeah. And ya miss me, hold me. And
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had lost what should have been found And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford. I'm low as a paid assassin is. You know I'm cold as a hired sword. I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up. You
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that I'm not torn. But I don't want to let go of the things that keep me warm. Without you I'm just cold. Without you I'm just cold. And I need a little fire and you're my gasoline. Light me up, I'm
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for money. In that dusty old saloon. I dropped a dollar in the jukebox. Played that girl a tune, yeah Never see it comin'. It just hits you by surprise. It's that cold place in your soul. And the
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under the gun. I believe, we're under the gun. Sold out to madness. Prisoners of sadness. I believe we're under the gun. We're under the gun In the land of milk and money the devil has his spies
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ti. ar. al. Artist James Morrison. Album Undiscovered. Title The Letter. It's got my name on it,. and it's just waiting there for me,. i feel the cold run through my veins. and it's got her shame on
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cats pull the gun out. Go on and on and, to the break of when the. Sound run out, run out, r-run out. C uhh, yeah Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded, hard-core. (Hit em with the) rough and rugged
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Cold, cold ground. Cold, cold ground. Cold, cold ground Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed. There's a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed. When the road's washed out, we pass
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On a cold misty night. At the corner of Haight. She stood with a Colt 45. The gun in her hand, awaiting her man. A victim to take by surprise She's the Golden Gate Park killer. She's the scourge
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In the mystery time of cold and rain. I was your boyfriend and you were my friend. Soon the sun lifted you to higher ground. And you went looking for another in the town. . You should know
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everybody have they seen ya. You tell 'em you're fine and they believe ya. Gimme a call & I see through ya. You wasted your life, where did you find the gun? Holy Man's only son, your mother on ironlung
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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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Something is wrong in this nation. When a child can *** a guns. *** a gun so easily and shoot a bullet. Into the middle of a childs face as my daughter experienced. Something is wrong First the
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me in the light is my little toy gun. . Shiny & black like shoes on a rack with a trigger that's dressed up in gold. It's always warm inside my home but it's handle is always so cold. Whispering
