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God damn, body slam, program a JAM (just push the button) |
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Now this is a warning, yeah |
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But you're not listening (no) |
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Just watch where you walk |
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Or these footsteps will be your last (you hear?) |
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[Green] |
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I didn't know if the sun was shining |
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I don't know if it's night or day |
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I didn't care 'bout the dark clouds, baby |
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I'm watching Salome |
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I took a blade to the Vale of Galen |
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I cut out, baby, I shut down |
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I took a vow to be true to someone |
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Who watched my sorrow drown |
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All of us start, the moon and stars above |
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Oh all of that hurt, girl, I got to stay in love |
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All of us heard that nothing else will do |
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All of the girls say it's gotta be: |
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I wrote you a letter and I told you "you were dead" |
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Ooh la la laa, ooh la la laa |
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[rappers] |
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Oh shit, it don't quit, so don't trip (just push the button) |
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Now all soundboy |
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When you set out on this journey |
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Make sure you step with surety |
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[Green] |
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I'm cuttin' down on the stuff I'm thinking |
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Too much 'umm' drives a man insane |
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Promised my world to a girl forever |
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Now she can't take the blame. |
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I should have gone where the sun was shining |
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Green can't come to the 'phone right now (my baby) |
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I could have shone like a dark star, baby |
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Like baby won't allow |
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All of us start, the moon and stars above |
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Oh all of that hurt, girl, I got to stay in love |
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All of us heard that nothing else will do |
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All of the girls say it's gotta be: |
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I wrote you a letter and I told you "you were dead" |
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Ooh la la laa, ooh la la laa |
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I wrote you a letter and I told you "you were dead" |
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Ooh la la laa, ooh la la laa |
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[Ndegeocello] |
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How many times have I loved you? |
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How many times have I said I'm thinking of you? |
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When you was hurting, how many times did I rub you? |
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Hug you and I dug you, thought nobody's above you |
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Laugh if you want to or you can even |
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Walk past if you want to, want to (I warned you, haunt you) |
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And in ya dreams I'm a stalk you |
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I taught, look at everything you gone through |
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When you spoke of walk through, so sick |
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And I'm a sick man (man) |
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Inna sick land (land) |
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With no plan, same old shit, man |
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Same old quicksand taking me under |
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Same old nightclub, same old number |
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Same uncertainty making me wonder |
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Same old lightning (quiet) thunder |
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I'm enda my rope, girl, there's nowhere to run to |
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I can't stop (stop), don't stop (stop) |
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Don't stop (stop), can't drop |
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And I'm getting to my roadblock |
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I can't let it go to my head |
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So I wrote you a letter, it said: |
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You was dead |
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Yeah. |
