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The Big Big Big Big Bands: Vol. 12 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Big Big Big Big Bands, Vol. 6 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Big Band Plays the Big Hits, Vol. 1/Up a Lazy River (Big Band Plays the Big Hits, Vol. (Si Zentner) · Fall Babylon Fall (Veni Domine) · 5 Seconds of Summer (5 Seconds of Summer) · 30 Seconds to Mars [Europe] (30 Seconds to Mars) · 30 Seconds to Mars (30 Seconds to Mars) · When Seconds Count (Survivor) · Minutes and Seconds: Live (Alison Moyet) · Seconds Out (Genesis) – and 90 other albums »


I wouldn't change if it brings you down
Every seven years, this sonic spy *
Driven by a fear and a sweep of fire

'Cause all I want, a second
check it
a hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
gotta give it up for brigitte and ted brand new newly-weds
there's nothing i would love
fall off
Non alcoholic avoiding the bomb 
In abortion clinics I be the hero up in it 
Jack the cracker dat did it
Now the magnificent seven
Hip hop
A tribulation, seven years
The prophet's right the end is near
The written fall of Babylon
All believers dead and gone

Chosen people ostracized
Take
never gave my heart
Its chance to roam

I could have been a sailor
And sailed the seven seas
The wind in my face all day
Can you taste the salty
number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By
on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
and a second to die

It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
I never gave my heart
Its chance to roam

I could have been a sailor
And sailed the seven seas
The wind in my face all day
Can you taste
bought it second hand

I will always walk tall
Taller than the clouds
When the rain starts to fall
I come out of the wilderness
To lay by
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like

Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight
to aggravation 
I got my ears closed, back to bookin' my own shoes 

Level seven eight nine - second dimension
The First Day Of Christmas Was Pretty Sweet
Got New Clothes From My Head To My Feet
The Second Was Even Better Then The First
I Got A New Phone
Big Dog
(Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)

Maybe we're the ones to blame
And maybe we're the ones who are insane
Well I
at the homestead and then in the town

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Vestey man said I'll double your wages
Seven quid
gonna let it go
And let it go higher
Let it go

Sleep on the left side
Houcam is our call
We're gonna take it
That virgin fall

there's gonna be some
When
a great false dawn
Oh, fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
And the midget
There was a lady in her father's garden
A brisk young sailor came passing by
He stood awhile and he gazed upon her
And he said, "Young lady, won't
a second (one! two! three! c'mon!)

She was a small city girl with big city dreams
Niggas try to figure how to get up in them jeans
Put her in them scenes,
telephone, desk and chair
He's been happy with the company
They've treated him real fair.
Think of seven letters
Begin and end in 'C'
Like a big American
the camera on, can't miss a second.
He tosses and turns, then it's back to sleep again.

His skull is soft, his feet protrude the bed.

Big, full turn;
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium

Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven