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New York City, N.Y.C.,
Pretty mean when it wants to be,
Black leather, knee-hole pants,
Can't play no high school dance,
Fuzz tone, hear 'em go,
Hear
travellin'
He don't stay one place
His life's a string he keeps unravellin'
He don't leave no trace
He's got a yen for changin' places
He digs changin'
Christ by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
New York City, N.Y.C.,
Pretty mean when it wants to be,
Black leather, knee-hole pants,
Can't play no high school dance,
Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear
beat and a brand new song
In my life there was so much anger
Still I have no regrets
Just like you, I was such a rebel
So dance your own dance
Sweet'n the ride
Stare into the T.V. kiss off the pain
Wonderland is falling, no sing, no rain momentary
Damage into the high drift me to the circuit sky
Real talk, the inc about to run New York
'Cause there's no real n****z left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's
l'hiver ni l'automne
C'est toujours le printemps quand nos vingt ans résonnent
Non, non je n'ai rien oublié
Rien oublié
Cela m'a fait du bien de
-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Turning up at my door
It's two in the morning, the rain is pouring
Haven't we been here before?
New York City N.Y.C.
Pretty mean when it want to be
Black leather, kneehole pants,
Can't play no highschool dance,
Fuzz tone, hear'em go, hear' em
You are but a phoenix among feathers
You're broken by the waves among the sea
They'll let you die, they'll let you wash away
But you swim as well
the hell you wanna, play me that way
You're bad babe you double-faced entendre
Life goes on n' on n' on n' on n' on n'
On n' on n' on on n' on n' on n
phen
On the back of her head
Dim dioloch I'r drefn
No thanks to the Feds
Mae'n fore iau ac mae'n mynd I'r gwaith
Thursday morning on her way
the livin' room on fire
I was alive
Alive 'n' Kickin'
Like a time bomb tickin'
Headed for the Hullaballoo
There were no big gigs in sight
No bright white-hot
bhro/g ata/ 'n caitheamh le bliain.
A chuisle 's a sto/r na/ po/s an sean duine liath,
Ach po/s a' fein o/g, mo leo, muir' maine se/ ach bliain,
No/ beidh
Doo-ait-n-doo-doo, feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy
I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let
alright, we give it room to breathe.
Time crawls by and time's real sly,
but you can keep time with me.
Rock 'n roll music is the true religion.
Never
Jeová Jireh (Ao Vivo) \n \n O fogo não me queima \n Nas águas não vou afundar \n Pois estás comigo \n Não estou sozinho \n \n Eu estou guardado \n No
the breathing pay for those who breathe in 'n don't
Breathe out
There'd be no gain, brothers, if no one would play
'N for your games count me n' all that can
c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They
see me
[2Pac]
Them b****es is foul, take a look at the evening news
You`ll see a n**** gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up,
B, double E, double R, U N
Twenty-five minutes past quitting time
Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
Paying no attention to them
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, 'cause they're high in cholesterol
A yo, Phife do you eat em? No, Tip do you eat em?
Uh huh, not at all(again)
I don't
me
I've got a rock n' roll, I've got a rock n' roll heart
Feels like we're falling into the arms of the night
So if you're not ready, don't be holdin'
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