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of love
I've learned to respect (Ooh ooh)
The power of love (Oh, baby, baby, I've learned it)
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Woke up early
On the tenth anniversary
GOOD MORNING
Fit in clips of it
Between food prep shorts
Weather reports
Check the day's commute
happen'n up ahead
We've never seen anything like it
We've never seen anything like it before
I want a full report
That's it
What do you mean, "that's
the sun
Give me your hand and we'll have fun, fun, fun
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Ah, we're havin' fun
Whoa...oh...
The Bombardier Beetle, when disturbed
Defends itself by emitting a series of explosions
Sometimes setting off four or five reports in succession
The noises
I won't take you to court
Did you go crazy
Or did you report
On that day
On that day
They wounded New York
Rachel's radio
For reports about the bridge
There was nothing on but static
Nothing in the fridge
We lay there listening to the wind
Whistling through
some ridiculous new sport
Quick, someone call the girl police
And file a report
In a coffee shop in a city
Which is every coffee shop in every
listen to me?
Date rape stylee
The next day, she went to her drawer
Looked up her local attorney at law
Went to the phone and filed a police report
And you feel good tonight
Please report to the dance floor
a rapper was just wrapped up a performance
And there were reports that the Pavilion was almost at capacity with a large crowd left outside
Some people
Tonight's forecast called for possible storms
Weather report, winds-aloft unstable
Counting on binging on a smorgasbord of cable
Smorgasbord of cable
semis, they report it to the city (oh yeah)
I say murder already written and any bitch can get it
You know I'm doped up in the chauffeur, I got them
young world)
Recent reports say that P Diddy actually wants to buy the Carolina Panthers (don't you change)
Fuck the Panthers, we out of fuckin'
gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts
And while I'm selling, here's a flash report
Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low
Here's the ticket,
can do
I was a poet, a magazine writer
Sent to report on political views
It was by chance through a lens that I met you
A Capetown girl with no shoes
survive links
And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short
Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report
I sport too fly for the forty
untrue underneath our parlance
I open the envelope
Doctor Bucks' letter
Re: Welfare Benefits reports
We also concerned
This means that A-Board will
But how to live with it
Then reports from the robins
Form in you an inner radiance
It's as if they fused with a spirit you knew
Who's come back
I was a poet, a magazine writer, sent to report on political views
It was by chance, through a lens that I met you, a Kingston girl with no shoes
and shit, niggas is killing me
Aiming for the block where all the magic happens
Call 911 report a kidnapping...
Fuck a Glock
Hundred shots from the ooo-wop
that's one hell of a hospital bill
Can't seem to find my top, if you boys want proof listen
"Hello, 911 I'd like to report my roof missing!"
Last seen
I woke up a day late and a dollar short
Thank God I was wrapped up in your arms
I don't wanna read the morning news or watch the weather report
That everything would be alright,
Would be alright
Would be alright
Would be alright
Would be alright.
And the news reports on the radio
Said it was
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