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I tell you something isn?t right The way i?m feeling kept me up all night I fix myself another drink I guess that?s crazy i need time to think And all
Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul assassins, Cypress Hill joint Yo, we want everybody out there to throw their hands up So get
You better love loving you better behave You better love loving you better behave Woman in Chains Woman in Chains Calls her man the Great White Hope
I'll be your builder, skilled at the tasks you ask I'll be you sinner baby, allowing my soul to be sold But I'm drawing the line there woman, I ain't
Well, rock 'n rollin' holiday Rock 'n rollin all the way Rock 'n rollin' to the end 'Til the saints go marchin' in Now when the saints go marchin' in
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Woke up this morning After another one of those crazy dreams Oh, nothing is going right this morning The whole world is wrong it seems Oh, I guess it'
Is life everything you want it to be? Does it give you everything that you need? Does it live up to your expectations? Are you ready for the celebrations
Till the break of dawn Till the break of dawn Till the break of dawn Till the break of dawn I am not a Muslim but I read the final call Because within
I love family 'Cause family brings inspirations One love to you and peace to all the nations Aztlan the Puerto Rican and Jamaican The African the Maori
Let's take the easy way out Let's move away for good Let's pull the curtains down and leave It's between me and her now Can't separate at all Let's put
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I've been tired before, but never like this What's happened to me, what's happened to me Are you talking to me, cause talking is cheap Can you imagine
My approach to danger Political sabotage for death in front of abortion clinics The American pastime is murder at high schools And pipe bombs at the Olympics
There's a madman in the corner of Your eye He likes to pry into your sunlight He wants to burst into the street With you and I A world of shadows and
When you see them coming in form And they say they do what's best for you Fighting for one total control They are planned and organized for you Breaking
Into the far reaches of The Atlantic Empires The continent of brutes Possessed a class of servants A pattern soon modified And enhanced by their masters
