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From "A Little Night Music". . Isn't it rich, are we a pair. Me here at last on the ground. You in mid-air. Send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss, don't you approve. One who keeps tearing around
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From "A Little Night Music". . Isn't it rich, are we a pair. Me here at last on the ground. You in mid-air. Send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss, don't you approve. One who keeps tearing around
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From "A Little Night Music". . Isn't it rich, are we a pair. Me here at last on the ground. You in mid-air. Send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss, don't you approve. One who keeps tearing around
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From "A Little Night Music". . Isn't it rich, are we a pair. Me here at last on the ground. You in mid-air. Send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss, don't you approve. One who keeps tearing around
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-dai, da-da-dai, da-da-dai. Da-da-da-dai-dai, sufferin' in the land The rich get richer and the poor get poorer, sufferin' in the land. Everything's gettin' higher and the time gettin' tougher
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' despair. Closes in left and right, I would love not to care. Stone, the world is stone from a faraway look. Without stars in my eyes through the halls of the rich. And the flats of the poor wherever I go
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don't fade away. Chorus. So when I'm gone, oh, when I'm gone. I'll be right there, close to the sun (Close to the sun). Keep holdin' on, keep holdin' on. And I'll be right there, close to the sun. Close
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Bài hát Chaos - Rich Chigga. Intro. Yeah, happy birthday to me. I'm 18 now. And women can legally have *** with me. Shout out Based God. Chorus. I be ridin' right down Melrose with a thicky named
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. Everywhere is freaks and hairies. Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity. ♪. Tax the rich, feed the poor. 'Til there are no rich no more. ♪. I'd love to change the world. But I don't know what
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rich to get chips. Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip. Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip. Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb. Blown the hall pearl wide bill long gone. Plus I
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want to hear about what the rich are doing. I don't want to go to where, where the rich are going. They think they're so clever, they think they're so right. But the truth is only known by
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Sometimes the river flows but nothing breathes. A train arrives but never leaves, it's a shame. Oh, life like love that's walked out of the door. Of being rich or being poor, such a shame But it's
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people, yeah There is a long hair, who doesn't like the short hair. For being such a rich one, that will not help the poor one. Different strokes for different folks. And so on and so on and scooby
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Sometimes the river flows but nothing breathes. A train arrives but never leaves, it's a shame. Oh, life like love that's walked out of the door. Of being rich or being poor, such a shame But it's
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Sometimes the river flows but nothing breathes. A train arrives but never leaves, it's a shame. Oh, life like love that's walked out of the door. Of being rich or being poor, such a shame But it's
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people, yeah There is a long hair, who doesn't like the short hair. For being such a rich one, that will not help the poor one. Different strokes for different folks. And so on and so on and scooby
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thousand beggar's change and gave it to the rich. The day I tried to win. I dangled from the power lines and let the martyrs stretch. Singing, one more time around might do it. One more time around might
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thousand beggar's change and gave it to the rich. The day I tried to win. I dangled from the power lines and let the martyrs stretch. Singing, one more time around might do it. One more time around might
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thousand beggar's change and gave it to the rich. The day I tried to win. I dangled from the power lines and let the martyrs stretch. Singing, one more time around might do it. One more time around might
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thousand beggar's change and gave it to the rich. The day I tried to win. I dangled from the power lines and let the martyrs stretch. Singing, one more time around might do it. One more time around might
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thousand beggar's change and gave it to the rich. The day I tried to win. I dangled from the power lines and let the martyrs stretch. Singing, one more time around might do it. One more time around might
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skies. . Wind tell me what you can. 'Bout the life - Where I came from. A breeze blew and whispered then. In a voice rich as the sun. . Hang on. Don't ever go. Life's here. I know
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in west 11. Lent so lucky to be rich. Stein guns in knightsbridge Danger stranger. You better paint your face. No Elvis, Beatles, or the Rolling Stones. Incomprehensible In 1977. You're on the
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sumtin in ya brains. . chorus kayne west & freeway. I do my dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fight. So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights. Aint no hesitation, I
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not afraid because this rover crossed over!. . And if I never had a cent. I'd be rich as Rockefeller. With gold dust at my feet. On the sunny side of the street. . I used to walk in the shade
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will fare. The spirit implores you tread where you dare The dust lies thick on casket rich or quite poor. Distinction disappears, the worm both deplore. The candle burns out once more. But the spirit
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tisend in the clowns. arBarbra streisand. al. send in the clowns. isn't it rich,are we a pair. me here at last on the ground. you in mid-air. send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss,don't you approve. one
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tisend in the clowns. arBarbra streisand. al. send in the clowns. isn't it rich,are we a pair. me here at last on the ground. you in mid-air. send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss,don't you approve. one
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One. Two. One. Two. Three Lets GO. Chorus - repeat 2X. Back in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here. There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away Verse 1. It's just that
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and me cause we live in the house where love lives. So thank you dear for loving me though I know rich we'll never be. But that doesn't matter to you and me cause we live in the house where love lives
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Verse Bless The Lord, O my soul. O my soul. Worship his holy name. Sing like never before. O my soul. I'll worship your holy name. . The sun comes up. It's a new day dawning. It's time to
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fashionable. And fashion is rich people waving at the door. Or it's a dealer in drugs or in passion. Lies of a nature we've heard before. Do my prayers remain unanswered. Like a beggar at your sleeve
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when you can. Girl I'm all about the angels. Come down from heaven, you angel. Pop that pussy every angle. I swear I love my angel, my angel Verse 1 Mystikal. You might not believe me, think that