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2. | Ghetto Day |
3. | Regardless |
4. | I Believe I Love You |
5. | Relax |
6. | What I Need |
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8. | Is It For Me? |
9. | Listen for My Beep |
10. | Daddy Do |
11. | Lover Lay Low |
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It's 12 past midnight, don't close your eyes
Your soul's half alive, and I'll be by your side
I've come to take you there, show you how to care
Just be aware, that you'll have to share
1-I want your love, I want it tonight
I'm taking your heart, so don't you fight
I'll be your answer, I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy, your favorite dish
2-From the back to the middle and around again
I'm gonna be there til the end
100% pure love
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You saw a brand new high, thought that you could fly
Did I hear you cry, or did you like the ride
You call my name again, no it's not a sin
I'll show you how to win, and where I've been
(rpt 1, 2, 2, 2)
You'll never have to run away
you'll always have a friend to play
You'll never go out on your own
In me you will find a home, home
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All the King`s horses and all the king`s man
Couldn`t begin to put us back together again
Sherlock Holmes and all of his crew, didn't have a clue
Concerning what to do.
The forest is clear, I'm counting every tree
There`s no storyteller left for you and me
It´s a duel of the best men
Ten peaces turn, face your end
Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
It´s the end
Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
It´s the end
All the Nobel peace and Pulitzer prize men, couldn`t begin
To compromise a hopeful end
The big dad wolf huffed and puffed it`s true, but he never
Blew the wall down between me and you
The forest is clear, I'm counting every tree
There`s no storyteller left for you and me
It´s a duel of the best men
Ten peaces turn, face your end
Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
It´s the end
Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
It´s the end
I`ve turned the last page, why is the end so dear
Only memories left, to keep you near
Yes the tears poured in the end
But open the book, cause I'd ,I'd do it again
Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
It´s the end
Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
It´s the end
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