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Nycklarna Till Skansen
All Out Of Love
Spraybomb
Die Nacht Des Unwesens
Ahead of the Pack
Save The Day
So Long
Lord Of The Thighs
Trezinka
Bye Bye
Emptiness
My Best Friend
1993
A Acupunctura Em Odmira
She's on Fire
Cecilia
There Is Still a Dream
Scream Of The Butterfly
Living Out Loud
She's Got A Way Of Makin' Me Forget
The Thanksgiving Song
Homecoming Christmas
Song Instead Of A Kiss
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Honky Tonk Super Man
Im Ready
Yield To Temptation
Strong Strong Wind
Crying In The Chapel
Louise
Love Isam
Awakening Americans
Ode To My Car
Draw The Line
The Grandma Song
Jungfrau
The Key
Does Your Mother Know?
Mi Manera De Quererte
Bound to Fail
Schrei Nach Liebe
Hoogmoed En De Val
Just 'N' Image
She Put the Sad in All HIs Songs
Zitten Voor De Blues
Lifeforce
Diggin in the Dirt
I Want To Be Free
Andy Williams
Words and Music by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
I want to be free like the bluebird flying by me
Like the waves out on the blue sea
Your love has to tie me, don't try me, say goodbye
I want to be free, don't say you love me, say you like me
But when I need you beside me
Stay close enough to guide me, confide in me, oh-oh-oh-oh
I want to hold your hand, walk along the sand
Laughin' in the sun, always havin' fun
Doin' all those things without any strings to tie me down
I want to be free like the warm September wind, babe
Say you'll always be my friend , babe
We can make it to the end, babe
Again, babe, I gotta say
I want to be free
I want to be free
I want to be free
Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz
ronhontz@worldnet.att.netIntro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down")
And and bass up the track a little bit
Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin?
Yeah yeah you know the bizness
Common Sense, soul with the De La
Get all them play-ahs
We the rhyme sayers
Huh, and that's the bizness, hah
Gonna do it like this
Gettin it that
Like the Chicago streets
Verse One: Dove
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses
So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)
Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos
And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter
Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after
I haveta, send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champaign sippi