100 lyrics for "Is in your hands"

Grab your hat and fetch a camera. Go on, film the world before it happens. Sunk the glow and drowned in covers, Send for all your absent lovers things. Sheepish wolves. Looking lived in eating buttons,
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I am your family tree I know your A to Z This is a secret proposition lay your hands on me I see your hands are shaking but My heart is breaking me down Not gonna talk about darlin', its so neighborly I tell you now that I don't understand Why everybody
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Do the way you do it Turn up the radio So what if we lose control So throw your hands in the air Come on and make this count It's only you and me, never mind this crowd Do it like nobody's around, whoa So put your hands in the air Come on and waste no
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He said run on love And plant some seeds Don't take anything at all for granted She said raise your hands And raise your babies And never change it
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If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up Go to DR, get that fat transfer It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome Full blown, run rich, Brinx
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When we built these dreams on sand, How they all slipped through our hands. And this might be our only chance. Let's take this one day at a time, I'll hold your hand if you hold mine. The time that we kill keeps us alive. ...So please don't ask me how I
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Uh huh and you don't stop Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat We in this Great Lakes state Eatin' steaks
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All you gotta do is swag Get your hands up if you out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah If you were more like an out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah All you gotta do is read the signs The exit is to the right, I don't know your name
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(Diamonds are forever) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme Good mornin', this ain't Vietnam still People lose hands, legs, arms, for real Little was known of Sierra Leone And how it connect to the
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