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(Heaton/Rotheray) There's a boy with a brace across his teeth White socks, tattooed underneath Bus tickets crunched up in his palm Stood there he's
I believe in the one love nation I believe in the human integration I believe that there's magic up our sleeves And now it's time to spread it around
[Swizz Beatz] Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer
[Swizz Beatz] Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a
Expression that I have to fake This situation on the other hand Is a matter I cannot comprehend When plugs don't spark in the dark I'm chargin' up my batteries
Hey Is there something I can do? You broke your heart in two Many pieces Now you gotta put it back again Now when you're trying to make it through And
, batter, batter; swing, batter, batter; Swing, batter, batter, swing. Swing, batter, batter; swing, batter, batter; Swing, batter, batter, swing. Swing, batter, batter
you ave made your choice because Chorus we've been battered and bruise (Rept 1) we still nursing wounds battered and bruised still nursing my wounds battered and bruised yea still nursing my wounds battered
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim Colisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Heftur me? gaddavir i kjaftinum Sem bl??ir mig L?stur er loka?ur inn i buri Dyr nakinn ber a mig Og bankar upp a frelsari otaminn setur i ny batteri
and swift It's time to put this all to an end Battered, battered Got to fight back You are battered, battered A vicious attack Battered, battered Battered, battered Battered, battered
I woke up on The Battery on a Charleston Friday night With my dirt-stained Corduroys and Balances crumpled up by my side I said goodbye to my company
I bought your record, and I fell crestfallen By the borrowed blisters of an old time zone 'Cuz I remember when the back beat wasn't programmed in And
Writer: Bill McDavid I've always been wild The one always jumpin' the gun Through all the pain I had to stay on the run You only live once has always
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim COlisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Didn't I tell you to leave it all behind Didn't I tell you to let it slip your mind Didn't I tell you to let it fade away Didn't I tell you that some