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Eight years of peace and prosperity. Scandal in the White House. An election is what we need. From coast-to-coast to Washington So America voted on a president. No one kept count. On how the
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Eight years of peace and prosperity. Scandal in the White House. An election is what we need. From coast-to-coast to Washington. . So America voted on a president. No one kept count. On how
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Ahhh, yeah, WDCT. Talk radio yeah with the sounds to shake them bones. shake them bones. Cause we're bringing you the funk. The whole funk and nothing but the funk. dc talk style oh yeah. day
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Birds do it,. Bees do it,. Even educated fleas do it,. Let's do it, let's fall in love. In Spain the best upper sets do it,. Lithuanians and Letts do it,. Let's do it, let's fall in love. The D
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Dashing through the snow. On a one-horse open sleigh,. Over the fields we go,. Laughing all the way;. Bells on bob-tails ring,. Making spirits bright,. What fun it is to ride and sing. A sleigh
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(Take this mic for a ride). Boom! Burn! Bip! Yeah! Pow! Hey, ha ha. Down with the DC Talk, d-d-down with the DC Talk. Are you down with the DC Talk, d-d-down with the DC Talk Pullin' out my big
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I'm Joey E. this is, this is greer. Hey let me tell you something. I just heard the new Free At Last record by dc talk. Hey, guess what man? I think they sampled some stuff. But don't say
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. Jesus is still alright with me. Jesus is still alright Toby Mac, and the Mac is back no slack. On a DC track that's jacked, beyond comprehension. I believe that I failed to mention that. There's a
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. Jesus is still alright with me. Jesus is still alright Toby Mac, and the Mac is back no slack. On a DC track that's jacked, beyond comprehension. I believe that I failed to mention that. There's a
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the father. Above any other, say word to the father. Pump, pump, pump, pump it up. Word, say word 2 the father. Above any other, say word to the father. Pump, pump, pump, pump it up When DC talks
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killing clowns, the blood money men. Are shooting those Washington bullets again As every cell in Chile will tell. The cries of the tortured men. Remember Allende and the days before. Before the army
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I sold my piano. It couldn't come with me. I locked up my bedroom. And I walked out into the air. When nothing I needed. Is left there behind me. I walk out through the shadows. Of Washington
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