See my true reflection, Cut off my own connections, I can see life getting harder, So sad is this sensation, Reverse the situation, I can't see it getting
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is music My boyfriend is music My boyfriend is music Yeah, music is my boyfriend He never takes the pressure off My boyfriend is music My boyfriend is music Yeah, music
smoked one smoke wit' me [chorus: MC Quita][3X] New York, Big Apple! Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug We're real thugs, shakin' the club [Bigg Sound] The
koto kangaeru to Ironna melody ga Atama no naka urusai hodo Stop the sound of music Music Is organised (*) By sound This Is the sound Of music Anata
-bang blow horn ! Hey - listen to the band listen to the band ! (6x) The s-s-sound of Musik the s-s-sound of Musik (4x) The sound of Musik - It's Lennon
mind) Spin me around, let me touch the sky Sound of music (Ooh ita??s on my mind) Let yourself drown, let it get you high Sound of music, Sound of music Sound of music
't know where I am bound She brings me the music And now I'm floating in her sound And now I'm floating in her sound I love this town but I'm flying
'Cause you move to a different sound 'Cause you move to a different sound 'Cause you move to a different sound 'Cause you move to a different sound 'Cause you move to a different sound
to the sound of the city, listen to the sound of the town New York is the city of cities, New York is still wearing the crown Listen to the sound of
This is how we rock, yeah This is our revolution, yeah This is not noise This is the sound we want This is the movement This is the sound of music
Climb ev'ry mountain Search high and low Follow ev'ry by-way Every path you know Climb ev'ry mountain Ford ev'ry stream Follow ev'ry rainbow Till you
What will this day be like? I wonder. What will my future be? I wonder. It could be so exciting to be out in the world, to be free My heart should be
You wait, little girl, on an empty stage For fate to turn the light on Your life, little girl, is an empty page That men will want to write on, to write
In all the famous love affairs The lovers have to struggle In garret rooms away upstairs The lovers starve and snuggle They're famous for misfortune
She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee, her dress has got a tear She waltzes on her way to mass and whistles on the stairs And underneath her wimple she
There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall And the bells in the steeple too And up in the nursery an absurd little bird Is popping out
