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Bella Poarch. No halo. Baby, I'm the reason why Hell's so hot. Inferno. Baby, I'm the reason why bad's so fun, Hell's so hot. Oh-so. Sub Urban. Terribly terrible, she's the villain. One as sweet as
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all got faults. It's time for a little less talk. A little less and a lot more walk Come Together As A 1 Girl Nation!. Shout it to all creation. Jesus is all foundation. We stand strong, it's a
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without tongues. Screaming without lungs. I want more than my lonely nation. I want more than my lonely nation Desperate we are young. Separate we are one. I want more than my desperation. I want more
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Intro BENEE. Hahahaha, haha, haha. Uh, oh. Chorus Sub Urban, with BENEE. Uh, oh, uh, oh. Uh, oh, you made a mistake. Uh, oh, uh, oh. Tell me things that can't be true. Verse 1 Sub Urban. Your slacks
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And the fighting it went on. They were fighting ґtil the crack of dawn. Urban laughter in the skies. In the end there was no one to survive. . Oh that was an evil day. Urban laughter took me
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. Sometimes I feel so helpless. I don't know where to start And the face of the nation. Keeps changin' and changin'. The face of the nation. I don't recognize it no more Face of the nation. Face of the
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(Roger Taylor). . God help us all we're a nation of haircuts. How can you ever stand tall in a nation of haircuts. We don't make ships and we don't make cars. But we look real good hanging out
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(Roger Taylor). . God help us all we're a nation of haircuts. How can you ever stand tall in a nation of haircuts. We don't make ships and we don't make cars. But we look real good hanging out
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alien nation. Beware of the truth that they seek. They pray for eternal salvation. They pray for your soul to keep. . On the eve of destruction. A reign of terror rules the street. When the heads
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disenchanted. Even though the news is slanted Face the nation. Face the nation. Face the nation I see you shaping nooses. Sixty minutes of excuses. Airwaves and wire service. Trying to make me nervous Your
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disenchanted. Even though the news is slanted Face the nation. Face the nation. Face the nation I see you shaping nooses. Sixty minutes of excuses. Airwaves and wire service. Trying to make me nervous Your
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tiMy Private Nation. arTrain. al. Train - My Private Nation. Why you gotta treat me like I'm a low down dirty. Climbin' up on thirty. Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk. And talk junk. You
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that shouldn't be. Fighting an imaginary enemy. And you say you do this for the nation's sake. So is killing the best you can do. For the nation. . Two arrows crashed into a hive. It woke the bees
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