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Emeli Sandé · emeli sande · Emeli Shade · Joel Sande · Y Kant Tori Read · Jill Read · Read Yellow · Mike Read · Disney Read & Sing Along · Chris Read · emeli sande · R3nz Ft. Emeli Sande · All Time Low · Fania All-Stars · For All Those Sleeping · We're All Just Passing Through · All Is At An End – and 97 other artists »
Tribute to Emeli Sandé (Jan Lankwitz) · Next to Me (Emeli Sandé Tribute) (Next To Me) · Read All About It (Newsboys) · Read My Lips (Thousand Points of Night) · Read the Hits/Best of the 80's (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Read My Lips (Melba Moore) · Read Yellow [EP] (Read Yellow) · Read My Lips (Jimmy Somerville) · Tarzan [Read & Sing-Along] (Disney) · Read My Lips (Felicia Adams) – and 90 other albums »
news Everybody say Extra, read all about it Extra, extra, read all about it Extra, extra, read all about it One, two, one, two, three, four
every someone that never thinks about it And there's never a dull day When you're beaten by nonfiction God still reads the headlines we're all
your side One two three The count of your lies I can see right through your eyes Read my lips I cannot fix All the broken things inside my mind
Well I read it in the papers and I see it on the television Everybody's worried about world war three Here I am a single boy, unemployed
your sex life Cheated, cheated Read about the victims, crying all night Cheated, cheated It's a joke, but it's not funny Cheated, cheated Change
about Demi Moore. And it took me by surprise I must say When I found out the Pope was gay. I read it in the tabloids. Elvis Presley's doing just fine.
on the bonus one Give me more for all me friends This banana flow never end Do you want a banana? Peel it down and go mm mm mm mm Do you want a banana?
read it 'Cause it's all about you. Can you believe I'm down on my knees. Tell me what can I do. I looked at love on Channel 3 I just don't know
Kids say it's all about battlin', and braggin' though it's masculinity Freestyle means diddly, and cameos provide validity [you don't freestyle] Any
Cigars in the summertime under the sky by the light I can feel you read my mind I can see it in your eyes under the moon as it plays Like music
Like a dream Like Elvis and the Beatles A three minute song is all he wrote He only did it for a joke They played him on the radio From Tokyo
Pulled into town about a quarter to three Singing songs from Spain at the top of my lungs She said, "Hey, baby", when she saw it was me I was looking
the street I read about a plastic surgeon and his art collection. We are played for suckers all the time Phony rock and roll It's a crime I don't want
Should have read the signals Should have thought about it twice For eleven days running She was cozy in the night And when she laid it on me You know, I
about what I should do I made a sharp left turn And there was my crew lookin' for a Def Jam in order to rock Because it's gonna hit the fan at 12:00
Aesop Rock - The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3 I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete
it genocide? 'Cause I can still hear his mama cry Know the family traumatized Shots left holes in his face about piranha-sized The old pastor
job It's not too hard 3- |6- But when I go home |2-7 |2-7b5/b6 | And I'm all alone (and I'm by myself babe you heard me) 1 |5/7 | You know you're my
the looks to the field yo We can party with P.T.s on T.P. with a tub of hennesse Three hoes screamin 'cause they straight out da hood Chi-town pimps that all
It wasn't the books that I didn't read, it wasn't the teachers Who tried to teach me It wasn't that varsity baseball coach, Kept on telling them
attention to the words he read When he was done we rattled on There was no lunch because it wasn't dawn We pointed things out about this times The worlds
immediately the VSOP is mandatory it's all about hoes and clothes the same story stackin' cheddar, packin' Berettas, keepin' it real fuck the sentimental
to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway And you read me see me easy to be shunned away But you got it all wrong Let's talk about it Mama never
F***ing stick n****z up, these b**** n****z touch It's all about violence, real n****z is silenced And know these n****z whoes guns got low mileage Got
Where have all the people gone in my life I'm looking at the ceiling with An awful feeling of loss and of loneliness The after late night television