100 lyrics for "Back, back, back, back"

Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just
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Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling again If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again You know I would love to waste it again Waste it again and again and again Well, I've got to ask Sometimes I can't
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With nothing on my back It's still enough to bring me down My mind's about to crack 'cause what I thought could not be found Matter of in fact It's harder still when you're around I can't help but drown Was happiness a fad Or was it in the lost and found
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I'll be keeping your head up I'll be keeping your head up, darling Let go of all your haunted dreams tonight Hold tight, you're slowly coming back to life And I won't let you down Hold tight you're slowly coming back to life Til you can breathe on your
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Die hard the hunter You can't do that, no, you can't do that (Hunter) there's no lookin' back (Die hard) he's lost in the crowd (Die hard) you're caught in a trap (Hunter) die hard and proud You can't do that Let's welcome home the soldier boy (far away,
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Through the middle of the night unknown And I'll ride The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't want to leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbing back behind the wheel of 50 feet of chrome and steel and a load They need in Chicago
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For you and you alone I'll lay my monsters down For you and you alone I'll find my way back home And I'll love you like the sun loves California And we'll watch the sun come up over California Calling California is there anybody home Hello California
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Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console. Memory Lane up in the headlights. Got me reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turnin' off the real life
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Back, back, back, back it up (I wanna) Back it up and do it again Ba dlu dla dlun dloday You know zactly what I came here for From the middle to the top to the end Back to the middle to the front to the end Za dlu dla dlun dloday Everybody ba dlun dloday
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Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America
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