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MOONDANCE-VAN MORRISON Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance With the stars up above in your eyes A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow And I'm trying to please to the calling Of your heart-strings that play soft and low And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush Chorus: Can I just have one a' more Moondance with you, my love Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love Well, I wanna make love to you tonight I can't wait 'til the morning has come And I know that the time is just right And straight into my arms you will run And when you come my heart will be waiting To make sure that you're never alone There and then all my dreams will come true, dear There and then I will make you my own And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside And I know how much you want me that you can't hide Chorus Repeat 1st Verse One more Moondance with you in the moonlight On a magic night La, la, la, la in the moonlight On a magic night Can't I just have one more dance with you my love Hi Holly!!  Hi Bry! 
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I took her out, it was a Friday night
a walk alone, to get the feel'n right we started mak'n out and she took of my pants but then I turned on the tv and that's about the time she walked away from me Blink182 |
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Edited by
Haloheldbyhorns
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Mon 12/08/08 08:17 PM
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I wanted to know, I love the way you laugh
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain away I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well I want to hold you high, and steal your pain. 'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away. You gotta win, you don't feel me anymore. The worst is over now, and we can breathe again I wanna hold you high, and steal my pain away There is so much left to learn, and no one left to fight I wanna hold you high, and steal your pain. 'Coz Im broken, when I'm open And I feel like that I'm strong enough 'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away. 'Coz I'm broken, when I'm open And I don't feel like that I'm strong enough 'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away. 'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away. 'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone. You gotta win, you don't feel me anymore. Seether with Amy Lee - Broken |
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We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain And I will never, never, never Grow so old again. .....Van 'the man' Morrison, Sweet Thing |
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I don't know how else to put this
It's taken me so long to do this I'm falling asleep and i cant see straight My muscles feel like a mele My body's curled in a u shape I put on my best but I'm still afraid |
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She used to run track back in high school
Now she tricks off the track right by school She takes a loss cos she don't wanna see her child lose So respect her, I'll pay up for the time used And then she runs to the pastor And he tells her there will be a new chapter |
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Maybe we'll just stand awhile
And surely we can call Dreams are said to blossom courage Constant to the soul Change we must as surely time does, Changes call the course. Held inside we enter daybreaks Asking for, asking for The source (RITUAL-YES, TFTO) |
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I ain't kinda hot
Im sauna I sweat money and the bank is my shower Haha And that pistol is my towel So stop sweatin me coward And I would, Die for hours, Ride for hours, Supplied flowers This is history in the making Now shut the **** up and let me make it Chorus: Please dont shoot me down Cause id fly Im flyin Im higher-r-r-r  |
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 3,6,9 damn yo fine move it so you sock it to me 1 mo time Get low, Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low, Get Low, Get Low To the window(To da window), to da wall, (to da wall)... |
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3,6,9 damn yo fine move it so you sock it to me 1 mo time Get low, Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low, Get Low, Get Low To the window(To da window), to da wall, (to da wall)... WOW, your the first person, besides me, to drop a hip hop beat, on this thread, someone give this Man a beer, put it on my tab, a matter fact make it two,   |
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This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name...  Damn, look at that face, look at those eyes Look at them hips, look at them thighs Got that Apple Bottom, Baby Phat top Baby girl, you a bad mutha- (boy stop) Girl, I ain't trippin' and I ain't hatin' But I been watchin and I been waitin' Like the way that you shake that thang Lookin like you finna break that thang...
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Edited by
Riding_Dubz
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Wed 12/10/08 04:14 PM
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 i don't think i dropped a dmx beat yet, Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Ni66a runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest  |
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Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D Why try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk' Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game
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Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Ni66a runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Party Up! We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey) Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey) And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts... If you a scared mother... |
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in my country there is problem,
And that problem is transport. It take very very long, Because Kazakhstan is big. Throw transport down the well, So my country can be free. We must make travel easy, Then we have big party! In my country there is problem, And that problem is the Jew. They take everybody's money, They never give it back. Throw the Jew down the well, So my country can be free. You must grab him by his horns, Then we have big party. If you see the Jew coming, You must be careful of his teeth. You must grab him by his money, And I tell you what to do... Everybody! Throw the Jew down the well So my country can be free You must grab him by his horns Then we have big party Throw the Jew down the well So my country can be free You must grab him by his horns Then we have big party! |
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Takin it back to the old school cuz im old fool,
I got a man What's your man got to do with me? I got a man I'm not tryin to hear that Now you can persist to play Don Juan all day But ain't nothin gonna change Yeah baby, sure you're right I'ma break it down and do whatever I gots to do I tell you know, I got eyes for you You got eyes, but they not for me You better use them for what they for and that's to see You know what's the problem, ya not used to learnin 
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Could taste your sweet kisses
Your arms open wide This fever for you is just burning me up inside |
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I Think You R The Finest Human On Earth
We Can Get Together I Can Help You With That Homework Take Your Ass To School Too Boo Teach You All The Rules You Never Knew We Need A Moment I Can B Your Future I Can B Your Teacher B Your Proffessor..Write Down This Lecture You Want Some Extra Credit? Lemme Check Your Homework I Can B Your Tutor And Help You With Exams No Feelings? Or It's Some Murta For You You Got Them Goodies And I Got A Sweet Tooth |
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in my country there is problem, And that problem is transport. It take very very long, Because Kazakhstan is big. Throw transport down the well, So my country can be free. We must make travel easy, Then we have big party! In my country there is problem, And that problem is the Jew. They take everybody's money, They never give it back. Throw the Jew down the well, So my country can be free. You must grab him by his horns, Then we have big party. If you see the Jew coming, You must be careful of his teeth. You must grab him by his money, And I tell you what to do... Everybody! Throw the Jew down the well So my country can be free You must grab him by his horns Then we have big party Throw the Jew down the well So my country can be free You must grab him by his horns Then we have big party!  These may be the most offensive lyrics I've ever read. |
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I'm broken
And you didn't notice How is that i'm all pieces Can you sum up in one sentence All that you feel for me? |
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