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If only this bike was a motorcycle. I wouldn't be moving so slow. If only this bike was a motorcycle. I'd be over half way home. As I move down the street I'd be looking so good and. I'd be gone
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. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Yeah, we're united under our indifference. And I'm
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motorcycle emptiness. . All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are
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Song Wild Boy - Danielle Bradbery. He draws you into his flame. Takes you on a ride like a paper airplane in a hurricane. Looks you in the eye when he says your name. Midnight ride on a motorcycle in
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Here's to the babies in a blind new world,. Here's to the beauty of the stars. Here's to the travelers on the open world. Here's to the dreamers in the bars. Here's to the teachers in the crowded
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Travellin' somewhere, could be anywhere. There's a coldness in the air, but I don't care. We drift deeper, life goes on. We drift deeper, into the sound. . Travellin' somewhere, could be
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She said, "You're killing the light. Youll never see it again". "We come to suffer", I said. "I wont be fooled by the light. I wont be fooled by the lie" The easy road lies in wait. Takes its
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this longing in my heart. I knew it right from the start. CHORUS. Oh my pretty pretty boy. I love you. Like I never ever loved no one before you. Pretty pretty boy you're mine. Just tell me you love me
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. Malhaebwa yeah neukkyeobwa mm mm. Take him to the sky. You know I hype you boy. Nuneul gama. Malhaebwa yeah neukkyeobwa mm mm. Take him to the sky. You know I hype you boy. Jame deullyeogo jame deullyeo haedo
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You have forsaken. All the love you've taken. Sleepin' on a razor. There's nowhere left to fall. Your body's aching. Every bone is breakin'. Nothin' seems to shake it. It just keeps holdin' on. Your
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Take you back to a cotton field. In the heart of lousiana. Little boy about nine years old. Sings a song in the heat of the day. Mama cried when her little boy sang. She knew he could be someone
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your heart. And bring it on to me Come on boy. You mean the world to me. Come on boy. I love you secretly. I dream each night. That you are gonna hold me tight Come on boy, come on boy. And take
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your heart. And bring it on to me Come on boy. You mean the world to me. Come on boy. I love you secretly. I dream each night. That you are gonna hold me tight Come on boy, come on boy. And take
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grown up. And I? Ve turned into a man. . Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. But they still call me boy. Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. And I? Ll be jumping for joy
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grown up. And I? Ve turned into a man. . Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. But they still call me boy. Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. And I? Ll be jumping for joy
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Surfer boy, surfer boy. Look at the way, the way he rides. He rides, he rides oh so high. Look at the way, the way he rides. He rides, he rides, oh so high My surfer boy riding waves just for joy
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In a place where the skies. Are always the blue. There once was a boy. A boy just like you. In the day he would play. Or lay with the book. And eat up the food. That his mother would cook. He chased
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a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
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Bài hát Motorcycle Emptiness - Manic Street Preachers. Culture sucks down words. Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles. Organise your safe tribal war. Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto. Each
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Bài hát Motorcycle Emptiness - Manic Street Preachers. Culture sucks down words. Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles. Organise your safe tribal war. Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto. Each
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motorcycle emptiness. . All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are
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motorcycle emptiness. . All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are
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motorcycle emptiness. . All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are the kicks you've given us. All we want from you are
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Can you tell the difference, between the pebble and the boy,. Far away in the distance, with the sun in your eyes,. Can you see the footprints, that have merged with the sand,. And you're trying
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Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah You had the sweetest boy in the world. Without a doubt you were the envy of every girl. You're the kind that's never satisfied. You want every boy to pass you by
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Intro Cam'ron. Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa Verse 1 Cam'ron. All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy). Look at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy). Look mami I'm no good
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a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
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the day with grass,. To see what dark and lightness brings,. The old man under the other boxes,. "Boy I seen so many things". . Yeah, Yeah Yeah,. Don't fear, the end,. . I stumble up,. And
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Because he called the forest brother. Because he called the earth his mother. They drove him out into the rain. And some people even said. That the boy from the country was insane. . Because he
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a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
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a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
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expects you to listen to 'em. 0021. 870Make no mistake, I live in a prison. 0023. 990That I built myself, it is my religion. 0026. 340And they say that I am the sick boy. 0028. 700Easy to say, when you
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rain at all Ooh, sunny boy. Looks good in everything from silk to corduroy. To see him I'd walk from Idaho to Illinois. Do anything to be with him. My sunshine when the world is dim It's sunny boy
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Mad about the boy. It's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boy. He has a gay appeal that makes me feel. There's maybe something sad about the boy. . Walking down the street. His eyes look out
