100 lyrics for "Wo-o-oo-wo-wo,"

Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh Lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah) Won't you follow me into the jungle (Oh Lord, said oh Lord, I said oh Lord) Yeah, yeah, yeah Well it's too long living in the same old lives
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Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing what the world is about Watching some good friends screaming Pressure on people, people on streets People on streets This is our last dance Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh
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In and out of love It's the way that we're playing Hear what I'm sayin' Too much is never enough Young and wired Set to explode in the heat You won't tire Cause baby was born with the beat Take you higher than you've ever known
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Oh rainy day woman I never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine You have been a friend of mine, rainy day woman That woman of mine, she ain't happy 'Til she finds something wrong and someone to blame If it ain't one thing it's another one
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Say I love you when you're not listening, How long, can we keep this up, up, up? And I will make sure to keep my distance, The sun is filling up the room, And I can hear you dreaming. Do you feel the way I do, right now? I wish we would just give up,
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One more cup of coffee for the road One more cup of coffee 'fore I go To the valley below Your breath is sweet Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky Your back is straight, your hair is smooth On the pillow where you lie But I don't sense affection No
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You, you, oh! Ooh, ooh, ooh I need to dig a little deeper Dig a little deeper (Oh) I can't see it, I don't feel it You, you, oh, you! And I don't think I'm ready to go in this heavy I thought we would take it slow And now you got that feelin'
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I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone
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Stranded at the drivin', branded a fool What will they say Monday at school? Sandy, can't you see I'm in misery? We made a start, now we're apart There's nothing left for me Love has flown, all alone I sit and wonder why yi-yi-yi Oh why you left me, oh
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I can feel this pain is real I hate deep down inside And like broken glass you'll shatter With bloody fists I'll batter Like a ten ton hammer, son I can't stand or take another day my friend You could learn a thing or two I am the thing that makes you
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