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and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work
It had to end right now

I can't drive
Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud.
So good I can't believe it, screaming with the crowd.
Don't sweat it, we'll get it back
make clear
I can't say, baby, where I'll be in a year

Some sweat hog mama with a face like a gent
Said my get up and go, must've got up and went
love indeed

Sweat drippin' on the floor
I'm thirsty I want more
(I'm thirsty I want more)
Sweat drippin' on the floor
Sweat drippin' on the
Sweat
Sweat
of their seats

Johnny Hallyday
Leap, and the net will appear
There's no other way
You ever could have wound up here
All the blood and the sweat
just too stupid to realize?
Stale incense, old sweat
And lies, lies, lies

It comes down to this
Your kiss, your fist
And your strain, it gets
You're on your own, kid
You always have been

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes
I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this
I hosted parties
flesh 
You got me all soakin' wet 
Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat 
From the day that Eve did Adam down to Romeo and Juliet 
Everybody
Don't sweat the small stuff
Life is hard enough
I thank the Lord above
We got a great big love
Great big love

Mmm, check it out
Got breaking news
All
I only see you when I dream my dream
I love you endlessly
I wake up nervous in a sweat
Don't ever wake me up
Don't wake me up
Dream lover you're
your pulse

Oh

When you kiss me
When you mess me
Hold my hand
Make me understand

I break out - in a cold sweat

Ho! Uh! Ho!

I don't care
and that I can't weep
When all I knew was steeped in blackened holes
I was lost

Keep the Earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let
Five acres of turnips
Ripe for the picking
The sweat and the blood
Oughta be enough
To keep me going

A heart and a trowel
The will to keep
what it buys

In the hard country
Making a living by the sweat of my brow
Hard country
Looking at the world from the back of a plow

An honest
with my woman toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do 
But roll around heaven all day

Good
gotta feed

You make me sweat, you turn me 'round
You get me up, you never let me down

You make me rock hard, baby all night
Love's like a glove
on me
God I love those hips
Oh memory don't forsake me
Not like this

All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things
So collectible, why not
a left-wing Boris Johnson
The fields are breathing in
It's a world that you see
Slim to breathe in

Don't sweat, cheat me
Make sense of what
Don't sweat
you’re stuck with them
You know they're all the same you shouldn't fuck with them
But if that’s how you do
I’m cool
I ain't goin' sweat it
I ain’t goin’
with my woman toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do 
But roll around heaven all day

Good
We're gonna get you wet
We're gonna make you sweat
A night you won't forget
Are you ready for

Champagne showers
Champagne showers
Pop it in the club
just too stupid to realize?
Stale incense, old sweat
And lies, lies, lies

It comes down to this
Your kiss, your fist
And your strain, it gets
to understand
We both wanna stop it but we can't

Yeah, I'ma give you all my blood, sweat, tears (ah-ooh)
And when it hurts I'm gonna stay right here (ah-ooh)
'Cause I'm not sleeping
There's something about you, boy
That makes me sweat

How do you feel? I'm lonely
What do you think? Can't think at all

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