100 lyrics for "You an call it"

And let this winter pass on by Peoples, I'm gonna have to go Call my baby You know the little girl fail to come If I call my baby You know the little girl would fail to come Hot spring water Oh, yeah boy, wouldn't help her none I mean, wouldn't help her
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Young and wild like they said we should've never been And still a child filling those nights with grown up sin I burned up some cars, burned down some hearts Just to call myself a man I might not do it the same but I'd do it all again Just stay young and
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That's how strong my love is Through a shake of an earthquake Like a ship through the storm So you will always know I will never fall We can risk it all Some people they call me crazy For falling in love with you They can take me and lock me away baby
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I'm so hard done by One day you'll just up and quit Yeah that's awful close But that's not why Interesting and sophisticated Refusing to be celebrated It's a monumental big screen kiss It's so deep it's meaningless Yeah and that'll be it
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On the noose around your neck And I'll find strength in pain And I will change my ways I'll know my name as it's called again But I will hold on hope and I won't let you choke It's empty in the valley of your heart The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
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All day (all day) All night (and all night) You got some nerve playin' with fire You don't (you don't), realize (no) That I'm on my way for your satisfaction (faction)-faction Could even have this Call me an addict, but I need your satisfaction-faction
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Change or die, the answer is for you to do what's right Change or die, we're looking for the answers of our life This is our battle cry, we're ready to fight Change or die! This is a wake up call To one, to all The opposition, will take the fall
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If I don't go crazy I don't want you to cry no more I didn't have but one say stay You see a little girl they call Louise McGhee Please do me a favor and shake her little hand for me I said if you see a little girl her name, Louise McGhee
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Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's
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