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Infinite, in infinite power. Infinite, in infinite power. Infinite, in infinite power (power, power, power). (Infinite power. ). Infinite, in infinite power. Infinite, in infinite power. Infinite, in
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babies come of age. Phasers switched and set to stun Power now, power how, power, wow. Here's power. If you're seeking power Doctor held you tight and torn. Boy, he was a lucky man. Out of you the
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machine. The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen. Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say. You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day. . Now the old fat goose is flying
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down Mother nature, isn't in it, three hundred million years. Goodbye in just a minute, gone forever, no more tears. Pinball man, power glutton, vacuum inside his head. Forefinger on the button, is he
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Power - what holds it up. What makes it fly. That can't be done. Power - the boys got the right stuff. I see it in his eyes. He thinks it's fun. . Power - now be a good little man. Can you
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laying down. Baby, you're the man. But I got the, I got the, I got the power. You make rain. But I'll make it, I'll make it, I'll make it shower. You should know, I'm the one who's in control. I'll let you
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well they've got a new machine. The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen. Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say. You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day. Now the old fat
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Know we need it. (Soul power). We got to have it. (Soul power). Know we want it. (Soul power). Got to have it. (Soul power) Give it to me. (Soul power). Hey, you need it. (Soul power). We
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Mustache is a symbol of repression and of hate Never trust a man with a butt. broom on his face It's the facial marking of the man who holds you down The. source of all your problems, every city
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greater than any man. It is love, god's love, it is love What's that force behind the power that tears walls down of hate. What's that force behind the power that is never too late. What's that force
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Bài hát Power - Hardwell, KSHMR. I'll fill you up with bones that can never break. Take you to a darker shade of grey. Warm you like a sun that'll never fade. Oooh, ooh. This is power, this is power
