100 lyrics for "To the beat"

Sharp edges have consequences We all fall down We live somehow Stay along the beaten path, never listened when she said I guess that I had to find out for myself Now every scar is a story I can tell We learn what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger We'd
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If you're 555, then I'm 666 If your 555, I'm 666 (Whats it like to be a heretic?) I'm a popstar threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry
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Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is
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You worth more dan diamonds, more dan gold I don't need no money Baby, I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight (I love cheap thrills) As long as I can feel the beat As long as I keep dancing But I don't need no money Mek di beat jus' tek control
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Annie, girl, let's play house And you can show me what that's 'bout Girl, nobody beat the pussy up like me Who you know that beat the pussy up like me? Girl, I'm gonna lay you on your back Bam-bam, beat it like that I'mma do it to ya, do it to ya I'mma
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Oh, when I saw her standing there Well my heart went boom When I crossed that room And I held her hand in mine Oh we danced through the night And we held each other tight And before too long I fell in love with her Now I'll never dance with another
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Still the crying hurts in your head Well you're still beneath my feet Here I sit at Mary Ann's place Oh baby the rain is always pouring when I'm here Saw the lightning caught your stone Oh maybe the angels of tomorrow will let me go Well oh God don't
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Never missed a beat Total satisfaction Always guaranteed No one needs to know Before I have to go I've been around the world I've known a lot of girls
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Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to know And all the people that come and go Stop and say "Hello"
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