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Be there for you someday soon
Don't hold your breath I'm on the move
I know you have so much to say
To me but I'm on the move
Move-Move-Move
Oh, we'll take the time to turn it out
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Your romantic rights are all that you
got,
Push'em down son it's more than just
lip,
C'mon girl I know you know what you
want,
C'mon c'mon now and give'em all
shhhh
You're beating walls now you just
won't quit,
You play with shapes but they just
won't fit,
I know you love me you don't know
what you like,
You're watching TV I stay up all
night.
I don't need you, I want you
South Carolina kid is heating things
up,
His wounds are bleeding and we're
filling the cup,
This game will save us if we don't die
young,
C'mon c'mon yeah, have some fun.
Come here baby I love your
company,
We could do it and start a family,
She was living alone, unhappily
We could do it, it's right romantically.
I don't need you, I want you
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Oh you should see her now
We still love her now
She is going steady
But we're not ready
To see her fall in love
I know you are getting older
We should never turn our shoulder
I have never seen you suffer
I will never hurt you mother
(Repeat)
I will never make you suffer
I will never hurt you mother
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So that you're not alone
I wanna take you home with me
Well let's stay up all night
Or you can while I fall asleep
Don't ask I don't know
This is all, this is on
Don't tell me you don't know
I'll come back when I go
C'mon let's go home
You're my friend I want you to know
Don't tell me you don't know
I'll come back if you go
So if you tell me that you'll have me never leave me til I die
Why try?
But if we're living and we're happy and I come back when I go
You will know
(Repeat)
Don't ask I don't know
I'll come back when I go
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I am leaving while you turn away
In the basement is where I'm going to stay
There is blood in all the things I say
Will you hate me if I stay this way?
From the bedroom, where we're running from
There's a sequel to the things I've done
You're a woman, we all know it's true
By the things that I've done to you
There is blood on all the shoes you've worn
From the people you were stepping on
There is blood in all the things you say
I won't hate you if you go away
There is blood on our hands again
From the bedroom is where we will
Bring it back to the start again
Bring it back to the love we had
There is blood on our hands again
From the bedroom is where we will
Bring it back to the love we had
Bring it back to
I am leaving if you turn away
In the basement is where I'm going to stay
From the bedroom, where I'm running from
There's a sequel to the things I've done
There is blood on our hands again
From the bedroom is where we will
Bring it back to the start again
Bring it back to the love we had
There is blood on our hands again
From the bedroom is where we will
Bring it back to the start again
Bring it back to
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Can you remember a time when this city was
A great place for architects and dilettantes
A nice place for midwives and crossing guards
And on, and on...
Hold on, Hold on...children..
Your mother, your father are leaving
Do you remember a time when this pool was
A great place for waterwings and cannonballs
A nice place for astrologists and blow up dolls
And on, and on...
Hold on, Hold on...children...
Your mother, your father are leaving
Hold on, Hold on...children...
Your bestfriend's parents are leaving
Hold on, Hold on...children...
Your mother, your father are leaving
Hold on, Hold on...children...
Your bestfriend's parents are leaving, are leaving
Hold on, Hold on...children...
Your bestfriend's parents are leaving
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My brother has a lady, oh, and one day she will have a baby
My brother has a baby oh, and one day, and one day she'll save me
Ohhh need to talk to you girl
Ohhhhhhhh Oh Oh NOOO!!!
You know this lady she's my baby, she's my baby, baby
When can I see you?
Can I love you?
Can I hold you?
My brother has a baby Ohh Oh No
Ohhhhhhh Oh Oh NOOOO!!!
You see this baby she's a lady, she's a lady, lady
When can I see you?
Can I love you?
Can I hold you?
You know this lady she's my baby, she's my baby, baby
When can I see you?
Can I love you?
Can I love you?
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This war is cold and silent
Our love has turned to violence
You've got three years to die for something
You've got three years to live for something
This war is warm and vibrant
Our love has turned to silence
You've got two months to tell him something
You've got two months to tell him something
And if you love let him know
Or if you'll leave him tell him so
Or you will break his heart in two
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Take what you want
My head is full
Take what you need
My price is good
You want it all
Just like you should
Your thoughts are pure
Just like they should
Be what you want
You want it all
I've seen it once
I've seen it all
Now that it's over, this weight is off my shoulder (x2)
Now that it's over, I love you more and more (x2)
I know that you
Would take my hand
If I were to
Give you the chance
You want it all
Just like you should
Our thoughts are pure
Our thoughts are good
Be what you want
You'll have it all
I've seen it once
We've seen it all
Now that it's over, this weight is off my shoulder
Now that it's over, I love you more and more
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I love my girl
I want to get her off
Turn the lights up
So I can see
Turn the lights up
Turn the lights up
1-2-3
Push in
1-2-3
Pull out
Let your spirit free girl
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Résultats sexuelles
Les résultats sont super sexuelles
Sexy girl meet me in the bathroom
Sexy girl call me on the phone
Woman friend take me to your bedroom
Let me show you how I am full grown
Sexy woman call me to your office
Sexy woman meet me after work
I wanna show you how I handle business
I wanna show you how the mail-boy flirts
My man wants to buy you something
He wants to take you out for dinner and dancing
My friend wants to take you out then home
Then home alone
Sexy woman call me to your office
Sexy woman meet me after work
I wanna show you how I handle business
I wanna show you how I work, work, work
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