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got a secret but I think I know it. You want to let it out but them go call you 'Ashy'. You like to do it. Do the mm mm mm hmm. I know you like Dbanj. And you like Don Jazzy. You like 2baba. And
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his face. And you will remember when you rehearsed the actions of. A innocent and anxious mother full of anxious love Oliver James washed in the rain no longer. Oliver James washed in the rain no
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rebete. . You got a secret but I think I know it. You want to let it out but them go call you ashy. You like to do it. Do the hmm hmmm hmmm. I know you like D'banj. And you like Don Jazzy. You like
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His name was King. He had a horse. Along the countryside. I saw him ride. He had a gun. I knew him well. Oh, I heard him singing. I knew he loved someone. His name was King (His name was King). He
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. To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand. The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel. In the court of the crimson king. On soft grey mornings widows cry. The wise
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wings. And I would fly with the angels, I would hear melodies Then I wake up, um, and I would tell my revelation. But they say, "You're just a boy with a big imagination". (I'm a). I am a king Call me
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. . When you grow to be a king. Never do a thing. Four and twenty blackbirds sing along. Royal gifts they all will bring. When you are a king. Everywhere you go, people bowing low. Carriages to take
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could survive. Now they could survive When the king came down the hill. To his people and his lands. There were many tears that touched the ground. Made marks in the sand Yes, now they could start all
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Rain King ensures there's nowhere to go. It's jet stream, daydream, cocksure hard luck show. His lips a fountain, his daylight sparks He's a shotgun, schoolyard, street-wise, white hot kid. Little
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a spell and a charm Fly like the rainbow. I'm no pawn, so be gone. Speed on and on Kill the King, tear him down. Kill the King, got to take his crown, down Kill the King, he'll rule no more
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flo' 'cause the trunk weighing it down. Look they think its a low-rider when they come from my town And thats a King Kong, in the trunk, thats the gorillas behind me. When Im rolling through your hood
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Moonlight Cocktail. Glenn Miller & his Orchestra. Words by Kim Gannon. Music by Lucky Roberts #1 from week of February 28, 1942 to week of May 2, 1942 Couple of jiggers of moonlight and add a star
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seems? Don't you know you're ridin' with King?. Ridin' with the King. Don't you know you're ridin' with King?. Tuxedo and a shiny, three thirty five. (That's me) You can see it in his face. The blues
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King Creole. There's a man in New Orleans. Who plays rock and roll. He's a guitar man. With a great big soul. He lays down a beat. Like a ton of coal. He goes by the name of King Creole You
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Bring back the king to his throne,. And the smile may return to the queen. How can she rule on her own,. When the glory of what might have been is all she feels?. The fire still burns in the
