100 lyrics for "No, child, no."

I'm say'n something to you, She's nineteen years old, and she got ways just like a baby child Nothing I can do to please her, I'm just try'n to make this little woman feel satisfied You just don't realize, you got yourself a good deal I don't care how
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No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up (hold up) I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up
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Head on north head on north Under one banner As a unit we stand and united we fall Winds are changing Regard your soldiers as your children And they will follow you into the deepest battles Look upon them as your own beloved sons And they will stand by
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I am the chosen next in line Rip the souls, born to die Send to slaughter your mankind No reason for you to try Let me tell you to try What did you tell you Another day goes by Tell me why does So this is why
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This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm
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Beautiful child Ooh, I had to stay Sleepless child There is so little time I wish that you were mine I'm not a child anymore You are a beautiful child And I am a fool once more You fell in love when I was only ten
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I want to hunt with the tameless heart I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar We will honor the angel in the snow We will make the streams for our children flow Naked in midwinter magic Lies an angel in the snow The frozen figure crossed by tracks
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Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's
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You're the one who plays with fire in the night, You're the one who scares people with the scythe You're the one to tell Him to ever live by, You're the Lord to shaking all alone (You're alone!) Now you left me out to drop His sight: I wasn't ready for
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Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own (Mama may have, Papa may have) (But God bless the child that's got his own) Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is
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