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bound to stay behind.
Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard
And the rain she's a-turnin' into hail.
I still might strike it lucky
Ravers of the world unite
We're the scientists of sound
We're mathematically puttin' it down
When lightning strikes best grab a ground
Got to get up
"everybody wants to hurt me" (what?)
Paranoid, so I strike out at whatever (uh)
The closest thing to me is gonna get it, but never (uh)
Will I kill, I think
the weather be fair or will it rain all the time
Will the lightenin' strike when me 'n my blonde walks by
What I want to know is this goodbye
Now baby you
the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes you once wore.
Strike another match,
on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death
without a doubt
When the man on the pier shouts, "let them clear"
As the ship strikes out
Give my regards to Broadway
Remember me to Herald Square
Well, I'm preachin' peace and harmony
The blessings of tranquility
Yet I know when the time is right to strike
I'll take you 'cross the river, dear
You've
serve you the more gladly and learn to love you. Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me when going uphill. Never strike, beat, or kick me when I do not
I could walk this fine line between elation and success
We all know which way I'm going to strike the stake between my chest
So, "You have to prove
when the clock strikes, 'Go'
You'll call it off
And then my tears will flow
Then the blue shadows will fall all over town, oh
Any day now love will
People ('round and 'round and 'round)
People make the world go 'round ('round and 'round and 'round)
Teachers on strike, no more school today
And will the silence strike confusion from your soul
And will the swallows come again?
boat's up the river
Now she's on a bag of sand
Now she don't strike deep water
I declare, she'll never land
Whoa, Louise, baby, why don't you
testify
And stare a shout into that burning eye,
Bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my.
Bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my.
Strikes morning; the atomic
go an' hunt somebody down
Wait a minute, ah (this is home) somebody said "Fair warning", lord
(This is mean street) lord, strike that poor boy down
Oh, little Jeannie
You got so much love, little Jeannie
And you take it where it strikes
And give it to the likes of me
Oh, little Jeannie
She
Oh, little Jeannie
You got so much love, little Jeannie
And you take it where it strikes
And give it to the likes of me
Oh, little Jeannie
She
la-la-la, la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
See the blazing Yule before us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Strike the harp and join the chorus
Fa-la-la-la-la,
People ('round and 'round and 'round)
People make the world go 'round ('round and 'round and 'round)
Teachers on strike, no more school today
the flame
I like it when it's stormy
Cause it reminds me of my life
When lightning strikes without warning
Like it has in my world once or twice
I hear
This storm will put out the flames
I like it when it's stormy
'Cause it reminds me of my life
When lightning strikes without warning
Like it has in
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell
I can't
Strike the harp and join the chorus
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Follow me in merry measure
Fa la la, la la la, la la la
While I tell of Yule-tide treasure
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