100 lyrics for "And turn it up"

For my battle symphony When they turn down the lights I hear my battle symphony All the world in front of me If my armor breaks I'll fuse it back together Battle symphony Please just don't give up on me And my eyes are wide awake
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We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the
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But when you’re bad And you’re lookin’ at me just like that Reach up and you take my hat and you turn it around Steal my drink and you shoot it on down When you’re wild, child, flashin’ that come here smile Spinnin’ in your little red dress Show a little
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Turn the lights on, turn the lights on, baby Turn the lights on, lift your hands up Lift your hands up Or get down Get up or get down Sucker punched, down for the count They stole your thunder then your crown Paralyzed, just hangin' around, you better
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We gonna let it burn burn burn burn When the lights turned down, they don't know what they heard Strike the match, play it loud, giving love to the world We'll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky 'Cause we got the fire, fire, fire, yeah we got
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With your beer in the headlights I swear I never seen, ever seen nothing like you anywhere Sittin' right here, out here in the middle of nowhere I got the key turned back Windows down, I'm turning it up and your spinnin' around Takin' a sip, swingin'
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So down here on the ocean we will stay Went through a lot of changes Turned a lot of pages When I took a boat Sunday Took a boat Sunday, down by the sea It just felt so nice, you and me We didn't have a problem or a care And all around was silence,
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'Cause you've been running circles 'round My mind, turning me inside out And I fell for you but hit the ground 'Cause the only love I've known has let me Down and I need lifting up Now you ain't here I'm sleeping rough And I'm praying I can pray enough
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For the victims of a longing The grave of our youth is up ahead And life has become a burden We move in circles of suppressed despair Waiting for the sun And turning stones to find evidence But it hides in the recesses of our hearts A written decree of
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