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We are the crowd, we're c-coming out got my flash on it's true, need that picture of you it's so magical, we'd be so fantastico leather and jeans, garage glamorous not sure what it means but this photo of us it don't have a price, ready for those flashing lights 'cause you know that baby I I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me, papa-paparazzi baby, there's no other superstar you

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Nationwide Hey there people here I come Step the side, Donkeyboys ain't what you want But sometimes, I need somebody who can make me feel alright, and shades me from the streetlights I'm breaking up, I need someone who needs somebody now People change, change because of who I am If you don't, than you and I won't get along But sometimes, I need somebody who can make me feel alright, and shades

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You’ve got the looks, you’ve got the beauty inside You’ve got the looks, that money can’t buy You want to live like all the stars on TV You wanna love with someone like me Give me love, give me love and don’t go Give me love, give me, give me lo-o-ove Manboy, manboy, you can call me manboy I don’t care, I’ll show you how to love There’s no halo ’round my head, no, there’s no angels here Manboy,

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Hey, slow it down whataya want from me Whataya want from me Yeah I'm afraid whataya want from me Whataya want from me There might have been a time And I would give myself away Oooh once upon a time I didn't give a damn But now, here we are so whataya want from me Whataya want from me Just don't give up I'm workin it out Please don't give in, I won't let you down It messed me up, need a second

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You’ve seen her face in the magazines She smiles for you from the TV screen She’s just so unstoppable You’ve heard her name like a thousand times Superwoman in all the storylines She’s just so unstoppable Woah-oh-oh! Natalie keeps coming back for more and she’s out of control Woah-oh-oh! And she’s taking on an ever so contagious road Natalie keeps coming back from the dead again She’s a little

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I go down the beaten track, along the river with an empty bank At the end she said to me: “Why are you here with the autumn leaves?” ‘Cause this is my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand ‘Cause this is my life, my friend, and I can’t be no one else I’m done, tipping on my toes, strike an iron adn attack my soul Misty moon, you’re gonna see, I’ve got you blues to get on my feet ‘Cause

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Each time I'm alone I just think of his voice Keep me occupied I go out every night just to drown it in noise I'd rather dance than hide And I don't care who you are But I love you Just need someone to hold I don't care who you are I shall love you 'Cause it beats being alone You think it's for real 'cause you read in a book This is the way it is I'm sorry to tell you you're someone I took A

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Var var du när dom dömde mig? Var var du när jag tog mitt straff? Du som alltid har försvarat idioter Du var där när jag kröntes kung Stod på knä när jag behövde en hund Bäst att vara på den säkra sidan muren Gardera sig, en annan färg på buren För oss idioter Du sa rädslan den går över Men den där oron stannar kvar Den gör mig tveksam när du behöver Snabba avslut, snabba svar Du sa rädslan

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Where do we go when we go from here Feels like a circle around me while I wait for more Know that I wanna know where I follow you Don't wanna go down the street where you once came from And I wanna know What's the point of doing anything If you'll never notice I would sit and wait for you again A line of boxes in an open field There's a million empty and there's one for real Do you want me to

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You were so down, child, last time I saw you Tears in the rain no one will notice Life doesn’t have to be such a struggle Beat you to sleep, awake you with anger It’s a bitter world and it’s getting worse As it drags you down, as it tears your heart You’re a withered rose with thorns as sharp as ever So remember That he’s nothing without you Nothing without you So just leave him like that

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Hello Hello, baby; you called I can't hear a thing I have got no service in the club you say, say Wa-wa-what did you say? Huh?; You're breaking up on me Sorry; I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy K-kinda busy K-kinda busy Sorry; I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy Just a second; it's my favorite song they're gonna play and I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh? You

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I was aiming for the sky, ended up flat on the ground But once again the sun is rising, I better keep on walking Keep on walking I have a long road ahead of me It’s cloudy and dark ahead of me Will I ever get through to the end? Been down this sling so many times before And I told myself I would do it no more Now I’m back on the same road again I was aiming for the sky, ended up flat on the

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Flo Rida Alexandra, girl, I know what you like Some people call them players But I'm far from terrified 'Cause somehow I'm drawn to danger And have been all of my life It feels my heart's divided Half way between wrong and right I know I'm playing with fire But I don't know why Yeah, the bad boys are always catching my eye I said the bad boys are always spinning my mind Even though I know

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Lift your head, stand up straight, and set your mind, girl It takes not long to cross the road Lock his eyes, take his hand, and hallelujah It takes not long to kiss the boy I know I've things back home to deal with I've been away for oh so long, oh… I never knew how much I'd miss you Now I just need a place to stay So choose your steps, hold your breath, and please be gentle It takes not much

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När natten är här ska jag lämna allt tillbaks Vinet & skulden jag har Du visste nog att jag hade mina skäl Ett sätt att ge, ett sätt att ta När mörkrets sista trummor dånar ut Överger & lämnar mig kvar Jag blundar i en frusen tyst minut Ett mycket sällsynt exemplar Ljus, stanna kvar Kom & var min vän Ljusna mig igen, igen, igen Du sätter all din tilltro till en dröm Till sångerna som tar ens

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Det är dags att tänka efter O jag vill inte följa med Det har regnat hela sommarn och jag känner med det Jag ville vänta tills du fråga o du frågade tillslut Jag hörde sånger i mitt huvud men dem kom aldrig ut O jag kan inte skilja på om jag vill vinna dig Och jag kan inte skilja på om jag vill vara med dig O jag kan inte skilja på om jag vill bli av med dig O jag kan inte skilja på om jag vill

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She's a nightrider shining like a diamond ring She's my Aaliayh (She's one in a million) It's like a screenplay of Romeo and Juliet Without the drama (Made for each other) All I wanna do is talk about it I got my reasons not to worry about it All my friends they're just to blind to see it She's got the looks, she's been around I can't believe I'm on her mind I got a girl they call her silly

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I, I, I can make your heart stop But you, you, you won't come around So come here honey Let me show you something I put down And I hope you hear me now 'cause Every time I fall again Baby you want, you want, you want And then you get up, get up, get up And now I'm down What's the point of having all these feelings If you don't want anything from me Why does it hurt when I hear your name Why

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Who says I can't get stoned Turn off the lights and the telephone Me in my house alone Who says I can't get stoned Who says I can't be free From all of the things that I used to be Rewrite my history Who says I can't be free It's been a long night in New York City It's been a long night in Baton Rouge I don't remember you looking any better But then again I don't remember you Who says I can't

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Vacation and barbecue Small talking and nothing to do You keep it locked in a shopping cart A bourgeois shangri-La Got a feeling that I don't belong Got a feeling that I shouldn't be here Can't stand another single day I gotta get away Ohhh... Talking shit about the neighbor's wife But when she comes you put on a big smile Like to throw up in a Gucci bag She's coming here to brag Got a feeling

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I det fina tunna ljuset Står jag och väntar tyst Sommaren är framför Kvarteret nästan tömt På människor och känslor Ingen rörelse någonstans Aldrig, aldrig ensam Alltid ensam här Aldrig, aldrig ensam Men den fina tunna linjen Mellan våran värld och din Skär igenom varje ljud Genom varje utsträckt tanke Varje ansats att förstå Varje sång jag någonsin sjöng Aldrig, aldrig ensam Alltid ensam här

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Even if you were a million miles away I could still feel you in my bed Near me, touch me, feel me And even in the bottom of the sea I can still hear inside my head Telling me, touch me, feel me And all the time you were telling me lies So tonight I'm gonna find a way to make it without you Tonight I'm gonna find a way to make it without you I'm gonna hold onto the times that we had Tonight I'm

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Ingen lämnas kvar Vi hämtar dig bakom fiendens linjer Ingen lämnas kvar Vi skyddar dig med all kraft vi har Mot svinen Och ja, vi regisserar slutets tystnad, tagning Man vet man blivit gammal när ens ungdom Börjat glittra som Allens Manhattan Dan före dan Som det strålar från ditt hjärta Som en motorväg av ljus Genom hålet i mitt hjärta Kommer räddningen till slut Genom hålet i mitt hjärta

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I’m fine don’t believe it You know me enough to know that’s a lie I’m close, hard as it is to say To total this as I barely holding on I need you now I need you now don’t turn away I need you now ohh please don’t turn me away I need you now I need you now Out here where I’ve been spinning It’s nearly impossible to slow down One night of your company Might be the only thing to keep me sane The

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Thought I saw you in The Battleship but it was only a look a like She was nothing but a vision trick Under the warning light She was close, close enough to be your ghost But my chances turned to toast When i asked her if i could call her your name I thought i saw you in The Rusty Hook Huddled up in wicker chair I wandered over for a closer look And kissed whoever was sitting there She was

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It's 5 o'clock in the morning Conversation got boring You said you're going to bed soon So I snuck off to your bedroom And I thought I'd just wait there Til I heard you come up the stairs I pretended I was sleeping And I was hoping you would creep in With me You put your arm around my shoulder It was as if the room got colder We moved closer in together And started talking bout the weather Said

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It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song You can't believe it You were always singing along It was so easy and the words so sweet You can't remember You try to feel the beat Eeeeeeeeeeet, eet, eet, eet Eeeeeeeeteeet, eet, eet, eet You spent half of your life trying to fall behind You're using your headphones to drown out your mind It was so easy, and the words so sweet You can't

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You would not believe your eyes If ten million fireflies Lit up the world as I fell asleep 'Cause they'd fill the open air And leave teardrops everywhere You'd think me rude But I would just stand and stare I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay Awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems 'Cause I'd get a thousand

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The paranoia is in bloom, the PR The transmissions will resume They'll try to push drugs Keep us all dumbed down and hope that We will never see the truth around (So come on!) Another promise, another scene, another A package not to keep us trapped in greed With all the green belts wrapped around our minds And endless red tape to keep the truth confined (So come on!) They will not force us They

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Jag var ute på Bjurö Klubb och jag tittade på stranden Och vågorna krålade och jag vada in I natten O ja, jag var en vinnare runt vattnet O ja, jag var en vinnare Åh, jag lovar, gissa vad jag hittade längs vattnet En blåval som härjade runt stränder, han sa han kände mig Han sa: Jag har sett dig när du vandrar Varje kväll du tänker högt och viftar armar Den sa: Jag är en blåval, jag kan ta dig

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Hollywood Hills, filmstjärnor och jetsetliv Var ditt liv, jag fattar ingenting Hollywood Hills, filmstjärnor och jetsetliv Var ditt liv, men du vill va min Dom som oss, du och jag, vanliga Det tror jag vad jag vill om lilla kära Du har vart ihop med Leonardo DiCaprio Du har vart med Joaquin Phoenix i Hollywood Du har bott med Jaggers dotter i Mexiko Ändå kallar du mig pucko när jag undrar vad du

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Jag ler mot dig, för det finns ingenting som passar mig. Och jag ser himmel och moln, och vänner som går bredvid mig. Ooh, jag ler mot dom, för allting här i verkar redan gjort. Ja du vet gitarrer och bas, och trummor och hat som river. Och här är en som står emot, och visar upp en del vi gjort. Och där är en som tar tillbaks, det där som skulle lösas. Så säg mig vad vi väntar på, säg mig vad

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Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what's up girl?) Put my glasses on, I'm out the door I'm gonna hit this city (Lets go) Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes Trying on all our clothes, clothes Boys blowing up our phones, phones Drop-topping, playing our favorite cds

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The scars reveal the hidden place deep down in you, Like a shadow from the past, And nothing is true, A reflection from a dejected face, It comes to, Memories will last, I am crying for you, I am crying! I'll give my own time, I'll give my whole life, I'll give my only light, Just to heal you, I, I'll give my own time, I'll give my whole life, I'll give my only light, The things that we owe,

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Hey I'm a believer And gravity's letting go of me tonight Mmm you Came out of nowhere When everything was passing by at the speed of light So hold my hand and never let me go Take a leap of faith into the unknown I am flying, my heart is taking over, the world is flashing by Higher, higher, higher I will follow wherever it might take us, chasing through the sky Higher, higher, higher Oh I know

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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Rah rah ah-ah-ah! Ro mah ro-mah-mah Gaga Ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance Rah rah ah-ah-ah! Ro mah ro-mah-mah Gaga Ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance I want your ugly I want your disease I want your everything As long as it’s free I want your love Love-love-love I

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Is it getting better Or do you feel the same Will it make it easier on you now You got someone to blame You say... One love One life When it's one need In the night One love We get to share it Leaves you baby if you Don't care for it Did I disappoint you Or leave a bad taste in your mouth You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well it's... Too late Tonight To drag the

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I need you boo, (oh) I gotta see you boo (hey) And there're hearts all over the world tonight, Said the hearts all over the world tonight [x2] Hey! Little mama, Ooh, you're a stunner Hot..little figure, Yes, you're a winner And I'm so glad to be yours, You're a class all your own And.. Oh, little cutie When..you talk to me I swear..the whole world stops You're my sweetheart And I'm so glad that

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