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When the sands of time are running out. When the voice of opression screams and shouts. When all seems lost, you've got to try. To never let your spirit die An angel came to greet me. It happened
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Don't place your trust in foolish promises sworn. Nor cryptic message scrawled upon every wall. Street corner justice beware. The spirit will find you, always be fair The shallow verse once read
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Mike check one two. One one two one two one two. Mike check. That won't front Be braggin' on the stunts. Coke in ya nose. (Coke in ya nose). Knock out ya gold fronts That won't front braggin
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Great Spirit come, Great Spirit come Who has chased away the moonbeams?. Who has pulled a blanket across the sky?. Who will sing in celebration. Throughout this land that's bound to die? Great
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive
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Intro. (You gotta get yourself together, kid). (Da-da-da). Chorus. You gotta get yourself together, kid. You got to keep it together. Yeah, pull your trousers up, you're hosin' it. You gotta get
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chorus twice) (words tim cross / music mike oldfield / vocals maggie reilly) ("these are nonsense words - with any meaning you choose to give them. They are used for their sounds". source oldfield music
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He had eyes of the poor wild and hungry. Stood outside of the store shy and clumsy. Saw an electric guitar he got hooked from the start. That's what it did. To the back street kid It's a
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, your voices rough. Then you learn the lesson. That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves. Handle with kid gloves. Then you learn the lessons. Taught in school won't be enough Put on your
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, your voices rough. Then you learn the lesson. That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves. Handle with kid gloves. Then you learn the lessons. Taught in school won't be enough Put on your
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What's this a-here goin all around town. The people they say they're gonna put the kid down. Oh no. Oh look at what you did. You can call it what you want to. I call it messin' with the kid
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Oh spirit of soul . One lie too many . Nothing matters anymore . Who would have chosen this way . It's not as if we've paid for any sin . But can there be a space for true love within . Oh
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Chorus. Spirit, spirit, hey, (Hey) do you really care?. (Don't you know your brothers hungry?). Spirit. (Don't you know your sisters lonely?). Spirit, hey. (Don't you know there's babies cryin
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. . For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but
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Intro Mike Posner. Ba-da-da-da. Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Ba-da-da-da. Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Ba-da-da-da. Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Ba-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da. Verse 1 Mike Posner. Jealousy. I
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