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Oh, I'm going to let the future in, the future in-. Take it on; make it on my own. Oh, into the fire we go again, we go again-. Shake it off before we get too old. Sweet harmony, send us out with
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I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl. That's fine, I know them all pretty well. But in time I know I must get out in the light. And leave her behind with the kids are alright. The kids
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that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids. ". He sees them talking with a big smile, but they haven't got a clue. Yeah, they're living the good life, can't see what he is going through
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fighting for. You shout with nothing to say. And fight 'till you get your way. It hurts but what can I do,. I wont turn into a kid too. Kids, what do they know about nothing at all. Lover, loving you
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'Cause it was Bell Biv DeVoe, playing on my radio. And I had Wu-Tang Clan living in my stereo. Mama said we're 6th generation Oregonians. I was rocking in Jordans with reflector tongues. Two kids
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wish that I could be like the cool kids. Like the cool kids. 2. He says I'm talking with a big smile. But they haven't got a clue. Yeah, they're living the good life. Can't see what he is going through
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shout with nothing to say. And fight till you get your way. It hurts, but what can I do. I won't turn into a kid too. Kids, what do they know about nothing now. Lover, love when you're here and I love
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Song American Kids - That Poppy. I live under a rock with a blacklight. I'm a dumb pop star in my own right. Started life at age 15, got ahead with fake ID's. If you're with me. Sold my soul to the
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. Gave up on us long ago with no hope. All you hear is the cold wind blow and get stoned The messed up kids are on the corner with no money. They sell their time, they sell their drugs, they sell their
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. Gave up on us long ago with no hope. All you hear is the cold wind blow and get stoned The messed up kids are on the corner with no money. They sell their time, they sell their drugs, they sell their
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hana mwodeun kkago bomyeon dwae. Pre-Chorus All. Oh, yeah, oh. Stray Kids, woo!. Oh. Chorus Bang Chan, I. N. Himdeulji ana geochin jeonggeulsoge. Ttwieodeun geon nanikka I’m okay. We goin’ higher daeum
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I carried you in my arms. Through the hotel to our room. The night was filled with music. Those old historic tunes. Songs of revolution. Filled our hearts and fed our souls. As the fireworks
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. But first come out with your hands up. Don't blame it on the kids. Don't blame it on the kids, kids. Don't blame it on the kids. Don't blame it on the kids, kids. Don't blame it on the kids (oh woah, oh
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we are, we are we are. The crazy kids, them crazy, them crazy kids. And we are, we are we are, we are we are. The crazy kids, we are the. We are the crazy people. I see ya in the club showin' Ke$ha
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Kids in the Street. The All American Reject. In the night, in the beat city light. We steal ourselves away and hold on tight. You were there, yeah, we were all there. Too young, too smart, too much
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little slow Hes walking through the set. As drunk as he could get. And what the hell was wrong with Joe? And you could tell the crowd was fading fast. Every song we played looser than the last. And it
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little slow Hes walking through the set. As drunk as he could get. And what the hell was wrong with Joe? And you could tell the crowd was fading fast. Every song we played looser than the last. And it
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. No, I don't want to dance with you. I don't want to dance with you. . Charlie, I think you were right. This bluebird in my heart. It sings and sings all night. All the rich kids freak me out
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(spoken) yeah, man, oh, we're going to have some fun with this one, man,. And I don't know where it's gonna take us,. But it's a long way from boston, man, here we go. . Stay with me baby, stay
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four. . A crazy bunch of kids. Crash through that door. . They throw off their coats. And leave the squares behind. And then they shake it, shake it, shake it. Like they're losing their mind
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. Running on the wrong side of the rails. With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs. You know I run the toughest bunch this side of town. Those street kids making news just being around I've been bottled
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I carried you in my arms. Through the hotel to our room. The night was filled with music. Those old historic tunes. Songs of revolution. Filled our hearts and fed our souls. As the fireworks
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Whoa. Tell 'em that we do it for the '90s. It's our generation. We need conversation. In a nation with no communication. A little Easy-Baked. We're kinda lost, yeah. But we're on a break, man. Rachel
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. Remember those days, the early '90s. We both applied for places at the same university. Ended up in London where we needed to be. To follow our obsession with the music scene. Wherever we went
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If it weren't for kids have you ever thought. There wouldn't be no Santa Claus. Or look what the stork just brought. Thank God for kids. . And we'd all live in a quiet house. With out Big Bird
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Products of lust through incidental reproduction. A group of kids stuffed, primed and fated for self destruction. Four or five years will get the job done. Sometimes advancement comes with two or
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ignorance,. That formed a beast with your wit. Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids, Horrible Kids,. Look what you did!. What makes this target grow,. Is it when his feelings show?. Hold a gun to his head and you'll
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You have a crush on me, I see it in your eyes You're very cozy, you're like a sunrise Ah, ah, you're all I have in this world Ah, ah, just hold me close We're just two kids in love The sun goes up
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Tha Producer. Scene kids, Ghetto jeans, Gangstas,. 40's and the bling-bling sidekicks. Rollin with the cleanest feel. Shorties, Homies, Hollywood, Moscow,. Shake that ass like you care,. Wave
