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(GUITAR INTRO). . E. E. Lawson at the general store. . Highway K with the red front door. . A pot belly stove and a hardwood floor. . . . You call E. E. Lawson and what does he send
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Title Make It Happen. Artist Lawson. If you won't love. You gotta give it out. You gotta give it out. Give it to me. If you won't love. We gotta do it now. We gotta do it now. Give it to me. You
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Jesus saves my early grave. I will be gone, gone, gone Drop the anchor, lift my heart. From stem to stern, I'm torn apart. Mount my horse, pack my carts. Tomorrow I'm gone, gone, gone Seek the hull
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Jesus saves my early grave. I will be gone, gone, gone Drop the anchor, lift my heart. From stem to stern, I'm torn apart. Mount my horse, pack my carts. Tomorrow I'm gone, gone, gone Seek the hull
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Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea. Playing with fortune oh, what a lust to be free. Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain in the hull. From a stormy horizon we get our
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Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea. Playing with fortune oh, what a lust to be free. Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain in the hull. From a stormy horizon we get our
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Title Red Sky. Artist Lawson. Lay with me on a street in the city. Find the still in the middle of crazy. Is this all that you wanted?. Just a leaf floating round in the shadows. Holding on tryna
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Title Waterfall. Artist Lawson. Some things I can live without. Like the way that you let me down. Don't wanna have to read about it. Couldn't even tell me face to face. Always doing it the easy
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Om eg bare fant et hull inn I himmelen. Slipper eg spa kull inn I den store kaminen. Eg har sydd tusen sting,. Eg er blind, hosten river. Mitt ansikt er gammelt og mine ledd er stive. Men det gr
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Bài hát Brokenhearted (feat. B. o. B) - Lawson. You're not the girl I used to know. How the hell did you get so cold?. I bet you kick yourself to know. Where I've been since you let me go (yeah
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Title Taking Over Me. Artist Lawson. (Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo) . My heart is racing, . She puts her hands on mine, . I feel them shaking, . I look into her eyes, . And I tell her that it's gonna be
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Song Money (7th Heaven Radio Edit) - Lawson. Imagine if money just grew on trees. I would spend the whole day planting seeds. I wish that I could give you everything. And treat you to the world's
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Song Money (7th Heaven Club Mix) - Lawson. Imagine if money just grew on trees. I would spend the whole day planting seeds. I wish that I could give you everything. And treat you to the world's most
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Song Money (Cosmic Dawn Club Mix) - Lawson. Imagine if money just grew on trees. I would spend the whole day planting seeds. I wish that I could give you everything. And treat you to the world's most
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Song Money (Cosmic Dawn Radio Edit) - Lawson. Imagine if money just grew on trees. I would spend the whole day planting seeds. I wish that I could give you everything. And treat you to the world's
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I got a crib full of corn and a turnin' plow. But the ground's too wet for the hopper now. I got a cultivator and a double tree. And a leather line for the Hull and Gee. Let the thunder roll and
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around the hull like fireflies. It's no surprise I'm here tonight. Holding out hope for a change in the tide. Painted windows on the skyline. Sail me off this empty island. I'll be home before you know it
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Title Everywhere You Go. Artist Lawson. Suicide when I'm not with you. A shot of life sparks when I kiss you. Butterflies at the sight of you. And my heart never be the same again. Oh ,oh never
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Title The Girl I Knew. Artist Lawson. Thought love had come my way. When I saw you face to face. When you looked at me that way. In coven garden that day. What did I do wrong to make you doubt me
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Title Stolen. Artist Lawson. Lights out and it's cold now. And there's nothing but an empty room in front of me. I wiped out and the line's down. And there's no sound like there used to be if you
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their cots . Feelin’ the foreboding of . The terror that she wrought . Hup the hull and away we go . Stock the galley o’gold . Whack the divil the gales he blow . We’ll batter him up in the hold . Dance
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panic Putting MCs under pressure till they crack like ceramic. Always thought they could flow but sink like the Titanic. Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull. Survive the impact
