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days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
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days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
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days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
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won't. I'm thinking that I would That's why I'm dressed in black. Ain't ever coming back. 'Cause I'm the black sheep of the family No, don't look the other way. I'll spit right in your face. 'Cause
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Song Repeat (UK) - Manic Street Preachers. London, England, consider yourselves warned. . Repeat after me. Death sentence heritage. Repeat after me. Death camp palace. . Repeat after me
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July the fourth in the market town. Farmers have come for miles around. Bringing their wives and children. . A farmer stands with his youngest son. Watching their sheep driven from the pen. The
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. It's a fool's game. Nobody's gonna rule me Oh, those blind sheep. Lead 'em to the slaughter. Blind sheep. Mothers, hide your daughters. Love's cheap. Look at the smile on their faces. Oh, ho
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Black Sheep, Black Sheep. Black Sheep, Black Sheep. Me! I wasn't dreaming. Barely awake. Up to the grinder we stroll Not just a fleecing. Spilling his will. Half of the kill. Vanishing
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Black Sheep, Black Sheep. Black Sheep, Black Sheep. Me! I wasn't dreaming. Barely awake. Up to the grinder we stroll Not just a fleecing. Spilling his will. Half of the kill. Vanishing
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Song Removables - Manic Street Preachers. Conscience binds you in chains. Trail by stone hammer and nails. No one made the holes but me. Misery mourns, to be devoured Killed God, blood, soiled
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full moon shines above Mary had a little lamb. His fleece was white as snow. But that was really me. In sheep disguise. That's a fact I bet you did not know I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing. I'm
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SongAustralia - Manic Street Preachers. I don't know if I'm tired. And I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now. It
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Bài hát Sheep (Alan Walker Relift) - Lay (EXO), Alan Walker. Big things sure enough. (Look!). There's a monster coming from the forest. (I'm the lead sheep in China). Sheep gang glorious. Sen lin li
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so why the hell should I I'm a bad woman to keep. Make me mad, I'm not here to please. Paint me in a corner but my color comes back. Once you go black, you never go back. I'm a black sheep. I'm a
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Yo! The Black Sheep has arisen here, oh dear. The cat's out the bag and it's the end of your career. Don't spit it out, let it persevere. I like to see my dick snot disappear. I got inch out the
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Song Kevin Carter - Manic Street Preachers. Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Tribal scars in technicolor. Bang, bang club, AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Vulture
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Song Kevin Carter - Manic Street Preachers. Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Tribal scars in technicolor. Bang, bang club, AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time Magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize. Vulture
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This is Damn Dog by the Manic street preachers. Take one. . Two, three, four. . I can lick your face. I can bite it too. Ooh my teeths got rabies. I'm gonna give it to you. . Feed me, feed
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This is Damn Dog by the Manic street preachers. Take one. . Two, three, four. . I can lick your face. I can bite it too. Ooh my teeths got rabies. I'm gonna give it to you. . Feed me, feed
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Sheep, live with me Insanity, blessing for those born to hate you. Burned by the embers of love, it is so cruel. Howling the night for sun of the midnight. Serving the people, condemned you in the
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Song Everything Must Go - Manic Street Preachers. Shed some skin for the fear within. Is starting to hurt me with everything Freed from the memory. Escape from our history, history And I just hope
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Song Further Away - Manic Street Preachers. The further away I get from you. The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else. The happier I am when I'm with you. The harder it gets when I
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Song Enola/Alone - Manic Street Preachers. The Statue of Liberty looks so solemn on the TV. 100 percent risk of stepping outside. Every second too precious to try My heart aches for Enola, from my
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van. In the cities of hippies and angels. Just singing along to a Amy Grant There was money in my pocket. Shoes on my feet. But I always felt like the one black sheep There was food on the table. A
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Yo, what's up? What's up?. Yo, that's that kid from black sheep. Word G, *, what's up? What's up man?. What's up? Let's do this What's up? Yo man. Why don't you be kicking some records about
