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(david bowie). . Well billy rapped all night about his suicide. How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five. Speed jive don't want to stay alive. When you're twenty-five. And wendy's
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(david bowie). . Well billy rapped all night about his suicide. How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five. Speed jive don't want to stay alive. When you're twenty-five. And wendy's
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we burned the documents 'Cause you're crazy I'm crazy and there ain't a thing to lose. Except our pride at suicide of all we've ever knew. And somewhere is where east and west and the wall is coming
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Read my writing on the wall. No-one's here to catch me when I fall. Death is on my side, suicide! A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world
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cross. You beg for scraps like a mongrel dog. Soul suicide Once you were a thief of fire. Now you're just a junkie liar. What you gonna cop. When the bomb drops? You shot the bullets from your gun
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so hard that Mary tried. To take her life with suicide. And disappear just like the thunder. You ask around and no-one knows. Where they went or what they do. But you wonder, I know you wonder
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cross. You beg for scraps like a mongrel dog. Soul suicide Once you were a thief of fire. Now you're just a junkie liar. What you gonna cop. When the bomb drops? You shot the bullets from your gun
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Bài hát All The Young Dudes - Ozzy Osbourne. Billy rapped all night about his suicide. How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25. Sweet guy, don't wanna stay alive when you're 25. Wendy's stealing
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stay. So I don't have to say. You were the one that got away. The one that got away. I was June and you were my Johnny Cash. Never one without the other we made a pact. Sometimes when I miss you. I put
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Blackout, heatwave, . 44 caliber homicide. The buns drop dead and dogs go mad. In packs on the West Side. Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide. She wants to hit those bricks
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warm, he's X, I call him Norm ya know. He can cut a record from side to side. So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide. Soul control, beat is the father of your rock 'n' roll
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Blackout, heatwave, . 44 caliber homicide. The buns drop dead and dogs go mad. In packs on the West Side. Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide. She wants to hit those bricks
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Your knees are bruised up. You don't even know what you're worshiping. Outside the sun rises. In the silence of another suicide scene There's nothing sacred here. No, nothing's left clean Say it
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hit a trash can. Garbage everywhere, money flyin' out the bags and. Tryin' to escape, code nine with the cape. Or else he'd be headed upstate, it's The Riddler Talkin' suicide, not a problem. If
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all over the stage. Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya,. would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange?. If I could win ya, if I could sing ya. a love song so divine,. would it be
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Song I Want You Back / The Love You Save / I'll Be There (Live At Wembley July 16, 1988) - Michael Jackson. I Want You Back. When I had you to myself. I didn't want you around. Those pretty faces
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is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know. He can cut a record from side to side. So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide. Soul control, beat is the father of your
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is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know. He can cut a record from side to side. So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide. Soul control, beat is the father of your
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is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know. He can cut a record from side to side. So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide. Soul control, beat is the father of your
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We got the party going crazy ain't no waiting the pace. With so much liquor in my cup shorty is loving the taste. I'm getting drunk as * grey goose. Pouring aside you turn on my swag. And blow it up
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my Jesus piece). Lord willing, I see a billion. ‘Til then I let my nuts hang (somethin’ like my Jesus piece). Throw them suicide doors up. And let the Holy Ghost swing (somethin’ like my Jesus
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warm, he's X, I call him Norm ya know. He can cut a record from side to side. So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide. Soul control, beat is the father of your rock 'n' roll
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darkest streets. We ran far and wide. You screamed, you cried. You thought suicide was an alibi. But you were always a mess. You were always aloof. Yeah, it's awful, I guess. But it's the awful truth