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Little girl, it's a great big world
But there's only one of me
You can't touch 'cause I cost too much, but
Tonight I'm gonna rock you
Tonight I'm gonna rock you
Tonight I'm gonna rock you
Tonight I'm gonna rock you
Tonight!

You're sweet, but you're just four feet
And you still got your baby teeth
You're too young, and I'm too well hung
Tonight I'm gonna rock you
Tonight I'm gonna rock you
Tonight I'm gonna rock you
Tonight I'm gonna rock you
Tonight!

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I remember when rock was young
Me and Suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own

But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids were Rocking 'Round the Clock
We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock
 
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If you want someone
To make you feel so fine
Then we'll have some fun
When you're mine, all mine
So come, come on, come on

 

Little child, little child
Little child, won't you dance with me?
I'm so sad and lonely
Baby, take a chance with me

 

When you're by my side
You're the only one
Don't you run and hide
Just come on, come on
Yeah, come on, come on, come on

 

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Nowhere to run to, baby
Nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to run to, baby
Nowhere to hide


It's not love
I'm running from
It's the heartaches
That I know will come


'Cause I know
You're no good for me
But you've become
A part of me
Everywhere I go


Your face I see
Every step I take
You take with me, yeah

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As I walk along, I wonder
A what went wrong with our love
A love that was so strong

 

And as I still walk on
I think of the thing's we've done
Together, while our hearts were young

 

I'm a walkin' in the rain
Tears are fallin' and I feel a pain
A wishin' you were here by me
To end this misery

 

And I wonder, I wa wa wa wa wonder
Why a why why why why why
She ran away
And I wonder where she will stay
My little runaway
My run run run run runaway

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Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain


Runaway train never comin' back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

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One hot angel
One cool devil
Your mind on the fantasy
Living on the ecstasy

Give it all, give it
Give it what you got
Come on give it all a lot
Pick it up move it
Give it to the spot
Your mind on fantasy
Living on ecstasy
 
Runaway train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway train
(Running right off the track)
Yeah the runaway train
(Running right off the track)
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Hellbound Train I'm on it's track
Too late now to turn my back
Conductor coming ticket in his hand
Come to claim my soul
Take me to his land
 
Hellbound Train I been so wrong
Too late now I'm moving on
Conductor standing watch in his hand
Got to get aboard take you to his land
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Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little
Farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
 
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Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
Took a snort of cocaine and I shot my woman down
Went right home and I went to bed

I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head
 

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun

took another snort and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow

they overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

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Yeah bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Yeah bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Well you know when I'm lonely
Bring my woman set her right down here by my side


Well you know there should be no law
On people that want to smoke a little dope
Well you know there should be no law
On people that want to smoke a little dope
Well you know it's good for your head
And it relax your body don't you know

 

Every time I get high
I lay my head down on my baby's breast
Well you know I lay down be quiet
Tryin' to take my rest
Well you know she done hug and kiss me
Says Muddy you're one man that I love the best

 

Well I'm gonna get high
I'm gonna get high just as sure as you know my name
Well you know I'm gonna get so high this mornin'
It's going to be a cryin' shame
Well you know I'm gonna stick with my reefer
I ain't gonna be messing round with no cocaine

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We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll
You gotta let yourself go, the band's gonna take control
We're gettin' off today
We'll pick you up and take you away
Get down tonight

Smokin', smokin'
We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin'
Smokin', Smokin'
I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah

Get your feet to the floor, everybody rock and roll
You've got nothing to lose just the rhythm and blues, that's all, yeah
We're gonna feel ok
We'll pick you up and take you away
Get down tonight

Smokin', Smokin'
We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin'
Smokin', Smokin'
I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah

Everyone's jumpin', dancin' to the boogie tonight
Clap your hands, move your feet
If you don't you know it won't seem right
We're gettin' off today
We'll pick you up and take you away
Get down tonight

We're gettin' off today
We'll pick you up take you away
Get down tonight, well alright

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How you doin' out there? Ya ever seem to have one of those days
Where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case?
From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend? 

 

Well, ya know, I used to have 'em just about all the time
But I found a way to get out of 'em
Let me tell you about it!

 

Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag
The noon bells rings, you know that's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two!

 

Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

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Say say say
I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey
And little Georgie would make the firelight
As stolen cars passed through the night
And then we'd hit the corner store for roots, paper, and brew
My drink's my only remedy
For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone shorty
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright
Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
The gun man's in the house tonight
But everything's gonna be alright

No woman, no cry, no woman no cry
Hey little sister don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say

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Well we're living here in Allentown
And they're closing all the factories down
Out in Bethlehem they're killing time
Filling out forms
Standing in line

 

Well our fathers fought the Second World War
Spent their weekends on the Jersey Shore
Met our mothers in the USO
Asked them to dance
Danced with them slow

And we're living here in Allentown

 

But the restlessness was handed down
And it's getting very hard to stay
Well we're waiting here in Allentown
For the Pennsylvania we never found
For the promises our teachers gave
If we worked hard
If we behaved


So the graduations hang on the wall
But they never really helped us at all
No they never taught us what was real
Iron and coal
And chromium steel
And we're waiting here in Allentown


But they've taken all the coal from the ground
And the union people crawled away
Every child has a pretty good shot
To get at least as far as their old man got
But something happened on the way to that place
They threw an American flag in our place


Well I'm living here in Allentown
And it's hard to keep a good man down
But I won't be giving up today
And we're living here in Allentown

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I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown, Pennsylvania,
six o'clock in the morning, got up to early, it was a terrible mistake...
sittin' there face-to-face with a 75 cent glass of orange juice about as
big as my finger and a bowl of horribly foreshortened cornflakes,
and I said to myself: "This is the life!"...

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I should have known
You'd bid me farewell
There's a lesson to be learned from this
And I learned it very well
Now I know you're not the only starfish in the sea
If I never hear your name again
It's all the same to me
And I think,
It's gonna be alright
Yeah,
The worst is over now
The mornin' sun is shining 
Like a red rubber ball

 

You never care
For secrets I confide
For you I'm just an ornament
Something for your pride
Always running, never caring
That's the life you live
Stolen minutes of your time
Were all you had to give
And I think
It's gonna be alright
Yeah
The worst is over now
The mornin' sun is shining
Like a red rubber ball

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Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht grad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von neunundneunzig Luftballons

Und, dass so was von so was kommt
Neunundneunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'Ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn's so wär
Dabei waren dort am Horizont
Nur neunundneunzig Luftballons
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Way down, way down
In Alphabet Town
There's a deal going down today
There’s a deal going down in Alphabet Town
And the wolves come out to play

Now, they call him The Captain
He's such a bulletproof guy
He's been shot five times
But he’ll never say die

He wears a stone in his left ear
He wears a skull in his tie
You might think of taking him
But you better not try
 

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Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd street got big Jim walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim boss, just because

And they say
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
 
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