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My heart has simply nowhere to go

[Mutya:]
Nothing to hold
Those tears you're crying

[George:]
Time and time again you take me back in baby
rich and your ma is good lookin' So hush little baby, don't you cry One of these mornings You're goin' to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings
were crazy, crazy in love like you've never know,
She said baby don't you ever let me go

We were fast car, top down,
George Straight singin' bare feet,
the record on 
And the aimless rise to dance 
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
I see you, George, in your 
Apartment on Riverside Drive 
Some fifty
like a coward 
You'll end up yelling out loud 

Hold back 
You'll regret it someday 
Choke on that 
Don't let it pass you by 
Hold back 
You
Wish I could reach up and reset that sun
Reverse these wheels go back and re-pick you up
Went by so fast oh so sweet
Make me wanna remake a memory
You drive a baby blue Beamer.  
I drive a pick up truck.
I'm a member of the good ol' boys,
you're a member of the country club.
You keep turnin'
shit
Without Denver, I’m going to November
Earth, wind, fire, I’m all for September
George Lopez puto, you remember
Now I'm stalked by bankers
Wish I could reach up and reset that sun
Reverse these wheels go back and re-pick you up
Went by so fast oh so sweet
Make me wanna remake a memory
and yet
There's only so much I can get
From picnics, long walks, flowers and talks
Baby here's what I suggest

It's time I see ya belly-up to a bar
and brightest guy around,
But like the great George freakin' Straight
I'm the king of getting unwound

And every week has a weekend
By this time Friday night
I'll
Hey you were standing by the screen door slamming
Rather clear what’s taking place
You were holding on to Louie, he was packing, he was heavy
That
Baby, what you doin' right now?
How'd you like to take a ride 'round?
Maybe watch the red sun go down by the railroad tracks
Throw on a t-shirt
(Bob Regan/George Teren)

Throw away the book, forget about the rules, set aside your doubts
They don't apply now
Everything you know, all that's
the worst
It was used by Charles I
(Quite informally)
And later by George IV
On a journey north
The state departments keep their
Historical renown
It's
of old poison gas, 
And obsolete germ bombs, just as a freak tornado cruised through
(my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby) [repeat: x3]

Sucking up two
She took a double barrel twelve gauge buck shot to her alarm clock
She'll kill that George Strait baby blue with one shot.
She was a cussin'
PRESIDENT GEORGE BUSH (was followed by "No new taxes," a promise he would not keep) 

"We, the jury, in the above entitled action, find the defendant,
remind me of St. Tropez,
Sandy beaches and yachts yeah and champagne,
Tuxedos and Jet Ski's babe,
I lay you down at the Georges cinq babe,
And baby
fresh. Keep it money, baby. All day.) 
It's our money dance 
I have my basic bitches pick up my money for me. 
I pay my basic bitches to pick up my
You drive a baby blue Beamer.  
I drive a pick up truck.
I'm a member of the good ol' boys,
you're a member of the country club.
You keep turnin'
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...

[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
us medicine which is poison
Doctors injecting our infants with the poison
Religion misoverstood is poison

Niggas up in my hood be getting shot giving
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
George Jetson Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky,
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat,
A New