| Opening Lyrics | Song | Artist |
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| What I want, you've got, and it might be hard to handle;like a flame that burns a candle, the candle feeds the flame | |
| Step right up and don't be shy, because you will not believe your eyes | |
| I've never seen you look like this without a reason; Another promise fallen through, another season passes by you | |
| Come on, baby, dry your eyes... wipe your tears | |
| Sometimes I feel I've got to... run away... I've got to... get away | |
| There's a stain on my notebook where your coffee cup was | |
| Come over here... All you got is this moment; twenty-first century's yesterday | |
| Get up (4x), Wake up (4x)... Oh, baby, now let's get down tonight... Ooooh, baby, I'm hot just like an oven, I need some lovin' | |
| Sometimes you're better off dead, there's a gun in your hand that's pointing at your head | |
| (Song Title), I know what guys want, (Song Title), I've got what boys like | |
| As I watch you move, across the moonlit room; there's so much tenderness in your loving | |
| You were the girl that changed my world, you were the girl for me; you lit the fuse, I stand accused, you were the first for me | |
| Welcome to your life; there's no turning back | |
| It's not the way you look, it's not the way you smile; although there is something to them | |
| Where were you, when I needed you; well you could not be found | |
| | Opening Lyrics | Song | Artist |
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| Move yourself; you always live your life, never thinking of the future | |
| Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me | |
| I hear the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation | |
| Moving on the floor now, babe, you're a bird of paradise | |
| I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight; I've never seen you shine so bright | |
| Standing in the rain, with his head hung low; Couldn't get a ticket, it was a sold out show | |
| This generation, rules the nation, with version... Music happen to be the food of love, sounds to make you really rub and scrub | |
| We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind | |
| Don't you look back on a big, lost world (It's crying out tomorrow); Don't you look down like the heroes say (Come, tell me about it) | |
| Here comes the woman, look in her eye; Raised on leather, flesh on her mind | |
| (Song title)... Poor old Johnny Ray, sounded sad upon the radio, broke a million hearts in mono | |
| Funny how I find myself in love with you; If I could buy my reasoning, I'd pay to lose | |
| Out in the street, you don't survive by being weak; This is our time, walls were made for us to climb | |
| (Song title)... that's all I want; I won't forget, that's a whole lot; I don't go out, now that you're in | |
| Skip de skip, up the road, off to school we go | |
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