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1. | Immigrant Song |
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It's been a long time since I rock and rolled
It's been a long time since I did the stroll
Let me get it back, let me get it back, let me get it back, baby, where I come from
It's been a long time, been a long time, been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
Yes, it has
It's been a long time since the book of love
I can't count the tears of a life with no love
Carry me back, carry me back, carry me back, baby, where I come from
It's been a long time, been a long time, been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It seems so long since we walked in the moonlight
Making vows that just can't work right
Open your arms, open your arms, open your arms, baby, let my love come running in
It's been a long time, been a long time, been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It's been a long time, been a long time, been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
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The best things in life are free
But you can keep them for the birds and bees
Now give me money
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
You're loving gives me a thrill
But you're loving don't pay my bills
Now give me money
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
Money don't get everything it's true
What it don't get I can't use
Now give me money
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
Money don't get everything it's true
What it don't get I can't use
Now give me money
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
Money, that's what I want
Money, that's what I want
Money, that's what I want
Money, that's what I want
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There's a red house over yonder, that's where my baby stays
There's a red house over yonder, that's where my baby stays
It's so long since I seen my baby, like ninety nine and one half days
Wait a minute, something's wrong here, the key won't unlock this door
Wait a minute, something's wrong here, the key won't unlock this door
I have a bad, bad feeling that my baby don't live here no more
Lord, I think I'll go back over yonder, way back over yonder across the hill
Lord, I think I'll go back over yonder, way back over yonder across the hill
'Cause if my baby don't love me no more, I know her sister will
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i don't need no doctor 'cause i know what's ailing me
i don't need no doctor 'cause i know what's ailing me
all i need is my baby you don't know why i'm in misery
i don't need no doctor i don't need no doctor
i don't need no doctor my prescription tells me that
i don't need no doctor my prescription tells me that
all i need is my baby you don't know why i'm in misery
i don't need no doctor i don't need no doctor
well the doctor said i need rest he put me on the critical list
keeping me safe from harm all i need is her sweet charm
he gave me a medicated lotion that wouldn't do my emotion no doctor no
i don't need no doctor i don't need no doctor
i don't need no doctor i don't need no doctor
i don't need no doctor i don't need no doctor
i don't need no doctor i don't need no doctor
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You might notice if you look
I'm getting loose tonight
Well I'm a man of action
It gives me the right
To live it to the limit
Or rip it to the ground
If you're looking for trouble
You're going to find me around
There ain't enough tomorrows
I'm living for today
So come on and love me
Get your shot tonight
Don't bother loosening
I like it tight
I'll take you any time of night or day
But don't get used to that, I never stay
Hard and cold, giving you a warning
Hard and cold, your turn tonight
Hard and cold, it's my war on these streets tonight
Hard and cold, giving you a warning
Hard and cold, your turn tonight
Hard and cold, it's my war on these streets tonight
Hard and cold
Hard and cold
Hard and cold
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You think we look pretty good together?
You think my jeans are made of leather?
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my heels are high
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young but I'm just backdated
Substitute, your lies for fact
Substitute, I see right through that Satan crap
Substitute, I look all white but my dad was black
Substitute, my fine looking suit's really made out of sack
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The north side of my town faced east and east was facing south
But now you dare to look me in the eye
Those are crocodile tears that you cry
A genuine problem you won't try
To work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by
Substitute, me for him
Substitute, my coke for gin
Substitute, you for my mom
Substitute, at least I'll get my washing done
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my heels are high
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young but I'm just backdated
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The north side of my town faced east and east was facing south
But now you dare to look me in the eye
Those are crocodile tears that you cry
A genuine problem you won't try
To work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by
Substitute, your lies for fact
Substitute, I see right through that Satan crap
Substitute, I look all white but my dad was black
Substitute, my fine looking suit's really made out of sack
Substitute, me for him
Substitute, my coke for gin
Substitute, you for my mom
Substitute, at least I'll get my washing done
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Every life has a price
Every fool throws the dice
Even the winners have to pay
Every dog has its day
So watch out, watch what you do
Someone's looking for you
It's the law of the land
Every fire burns a hand
Every chance that you take
Might turn out to be your last mistake
So watch out, watch who you do
Someone's looking for you
Streetkiller
Streetkiller
Streetkiller
Streetkiller
So watch out, watch who you do
Someone's looking for you
Lay down your life
You'll pay the price
Lay down your life
You're in his sights
Streetkiller
Streetkiller, he's looking for you
Streetkiller
Streetkiller, he's out for your blood
Streetkiller, he's playing your game
Streetkiller, needle and spoon
Streetkiller, he's hard on your arse
Streetkiller
Streetkiller
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Young boy, a hard gin ride
On the loose again
Live fast to play both sides
I'm out to win
I'm no loser
I got nothing to lose
My life ain't easy
But it's mine to use
Raised on the streets I know
To get what you want you got to take control
I'm on the run, bad boys
I'm on the loose, bad boys
I'm on my way, bad boys
I've paid my dues
Pull of the trigger
Time starts to crawl
Two lives are ended
When the hammer falls
Raised on the streets I know
To get what you want you got to take control
I'm on the run, bad boys
I'm on the loose, bad boys
I'm on my way, bad boys
I've paid my dues
I'm on the run, bad boys
I'm on the loose, bad boys
I'm on my way, bad boys
I've paid my dues
The lost years were long, each night was cold
The way I felt? Feel the snow
But I did my time, paid what i owed
Don't want those walls of steel and stone
I'm on the run, bad boys
I'm on the loose, bad boys
I'm on my way, bad boys
I've paid my dues
I'm on the run, bad boys
I'm on the loose, bad boys
I'm on my way, bad boys
I've paid my dues
I put myself, bad boys
Behind the walls, bad boys
Now that I'm back, bad boys
Ain't going to fall, bad boys
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The old man told me, hey, you make a choice
You can make the music and stop all your noise
Or you can get out and find your own way
I told him stick it, my rock's here to stay
No, no, I can't live without it
No, no, it just ain't the same
No, no, ain't no doubt about it
No, no, oh so rock me again
I want to roll it and burn it all night
Me and my chevy don't stop for no lights
Cranking the metal, blasting the plant
They want to catch me, bet you they can't
I'm out on the road, and I'm rocking, stick it, stick it
I'm out on the road, there's no stopping, stick it, stick it
I'm out on the road, and I'm rocking, stick it, stick it
I'm out on the road, and I'm gone
I'm out on the road, and I'm rocking, stick it, stick it
I'm out on the road, there's no stopping, stick it, stick it
I'm out on the road, and I'm rocking, stick it, stick it
I'm out on the road, and I'm gone, I'm gone
Stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it
In your heart
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