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). Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone). Jimmy carl black (drums). Arthur tripp (drums) This is uh, underground, psychedelic, acid-rock freak out music. Yea-uh!. Moowaahhhh!. Where are your papers
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underground, another year another pound. Everything is just the same. Nothing ventured nothing gained. All you hear is the sound of the hero underground This is life black and white. under a grey sky
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Rattle big black bones in the danger zone. There's a rumblin' groan down below. There's a big dark town, it's a place I've found. There's a world going on underground They're alive, they're awake
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) Hand me my nose-ring. (Can we be happy?). Show me the mosh pit. (Can we be happy?). We can be happy. Underground Who's got the looks?. Who's got the brains?. Who's got everything?. I've got this
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Underground,. They want us to go underground. Underground,. They want us to go underground. You've got the right,. You've got the right to say what you think. You've got to fight,. 'cause
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Bài hát Psyke Underground - Quentin Mosimann. Underground, peel aground. I give up some love and sound. You feel the crowd screaming loud. Facing to like love and sound. Underground, peel aground. I
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(CHORUS) HOUSE MUSIC. HOUSE MUSIC (CHORUS)
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(CHORUS) HOUSE MUSIC. HOUSE MUSIC (CHORUS)
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When I'm gone, don't bury me. I will not lie under this town. I will not lie where I can't see. Please don't put me underground. . If the day is sunny, let my father say some words. If the
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with the profound. It's enough to put a church underground. It's enough to put a church underground Deflowered young and then ever since. She's tried to wash off his fingerprints. So every charlatan
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me my nose-ring. (can we be happy?). Show me the mosh pit. (can we be happy?). We can be happy, underground. . Whos got the looks?. Whos got the brains?. Whos got everything?. I've got this
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me my nose-ring. (can we be happy?). Show me the mosh pit. (can we be happy?). We can be happy, underground. . Whos got the looks?. Whos got the brains?. Whos got everything?. I've got this
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***. kì thị overground vì vài thành phần rẻ rách. đó chính là underground cộng đồng toàn những vị thần thánh. Battle để so trình thì trình tôi là trình tôm. Nể các bạn twis lắm vì nghe 10 chữ cứ như 1. Tôi
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Dice are rolling, Knives are out. With thee present danger all around. I don't say they mean harm, but they'd each give an arm. To see us six feet underground. See us 6 feet under ground. It
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Bài hát Let The Music Take Control - W&W, BlasterJaxx. Let the music take control. Let the music free at all. Let the music. Let the music. Let the music. Let the music. Let the music. Let the music
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together for one more chance. The skeletons are screaming for one last dance. It's all the same, the same old sound. This is the end of the underground The story has such a common theme. We sign the line
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forever. You don't find that profound. You won't think you're so clever. When you hear thunder underground. All right now Your morbid fear of losing. Destroys the lives you're using. You only have one
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Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music
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tiUnderground Machine. arTake That. alProgress. 00-2. 00Take That - Underground Machine. 00-1. 00. I, I’m just a piece of your pie chart. You’re in a room with a rock star. Only I play the good parts
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me my nose-ring. (can we be happy?). Show me the mosh pit. (can we be happy?). We can be happy, underground. . Whos got the looks?. Whos got the brains?. Whos got everything?. I've got this
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Happy music, music. Music on my mind. . Happy music makes you. Feel good all the time. Happy music takes your. Troubles off your mind. . Happy music makes you. Footloose and fancy free
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Hook. Pushin' rhymes underground like moonshine. With jump like juke joints. Ridin' like old 'lacs. Down like 4 flats. Shine like gold grills. Curls and chrome rims. Bitch you know what it is
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Hook. Pushin' rhymes underground like moonshine. With jump like juke joints. Ridin' like old 'lacs. Down like 4 flats. Shine like gold grills. Curls and chrome rims. Bitch you know what it is
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Music is playing inside my head. Over and over and over again. My friend, there's no end to the music Ah, summer is over. But the music keeps playing. And won't let the cold get me down Pictures
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