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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Chartbuster Karaoke: Southern Gospel Michael Combs (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Breakin' Combs (Dred Scott) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · The Cooldown Experience: George Michael Vs. Michael Jackson (The Sunset Lounge Orchestra) · The Lady's Not for Sale/Fall into Spring/It's Only Love (Rita Coolidge) – and 90 other albums »


Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
People used to stand and stare
At the spider with the platinum hair
They thought you were immortal

We had our
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
For is she not the fairest in all the broad land,
Your sorcerer's words are to taunt me."

He took out his dagger of fire and of steel,
And struck
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
People used to stand and stare
At the spider with the platinum hair
They thought you were immortal

We had our
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
People used to stand and stare
At the spider with the platinum hair
They thought you were immortal

We had our
I will comb myself into chains
In between the tap dance clan
And your ballerina gang
I have come for the beekeeper
I know you want my
You want my
Sitting by the rad
In this cold and damp apartment in the basement

Where the sun does not come through
And all the bills are overdue
It takes much
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phones no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing brooms buys
hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let,
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
cigarettes

About two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four bed room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road

Trailer for sale
Three 'Best Of's- count 'em bitch
Get out of here
Fine! I'll go by my own joys

(Take us home now)

100th digital shorts
Not-not-not ninety-nine!
Trailer for sale or rent 
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushing broom
Buys
distant feeling
I sometimes faulter
Realize not to blame myself
For these situations

It's getting closer
It's getting near (2)

From: In The Shadow
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road"

"Trailers for sale or rent, rooms
not for sale
I'm a dying breed who still believes
Haunted by American dreams
Haunted by American dreams
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
All the money in the world 
Ain't gonna buy my life cause 
My life's not for sale 

All the money in the world 
No, my life's not for sale 
All
It's not like me
To hold somebody down
But I was tossed high by love
Almost never came down
Only to land here
But love's no longer found
Where I'm no
Michael Jackson Cover

Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
Rap Lyrics by Bill Bottrell.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Bill Bottrell.


Aaow
walked by they held their breath
He was a mighty man sure enough
Now Bill took himself a wife
Now he's a different guy

Big Bad Bill is sweet William
the pound
Some can buy a country, some can buy a town

But you can't buy love
No you can't buy love
But you can't buy love
Love is not for sale

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