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Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

My father's eyes. I looked into my father's eyes. When I look in my father's eyes. Bit by bit, I've realized That's when I need my father's eyes. Sailing down behind the sun, Waiting for my prince to come. Praying for the healing rain To restore my soul

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Good evening Constantinople The best audience in the world we've bin told We really hope the dope'll Make you clap At all that crap That you've bin sold.

I'm bad and you know it Clap your hands Stomp your feet Scream out loud I'm so misunderstood But I'm trying to be good Well, I'm bad and you know it

Naked from the fee From the decade of the bees On a new road With no true know that see it There's doubt in every face There's a liar on the stage And what good is it If you don't hear him say of believing Every clap brings out a warning

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Get fired up We're going interstellar Lit, like a supernova Blow it up, go Clap your hands to these bars Let the journey begin Outta this world What you are (who) Lil Jon (yeah)

Don't you know we're riding with the king? Get on a TWA to the promised land. I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid. I blew it all at the penny arcade. A hundred dollars on a Kewpie doll. No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl. Every woman,