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Back in black I hit the sack I been too long I'm glad to be back Yes I am Let loose from the noose That's kept me hanging about
Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better
In the white room with black curtains near the station. Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Layla, you've got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind.
I guess there is no one to blame We're leaving ground Will things ever be the same again? It's the final countdown...
And I guess it's just the woman in you That brings out the man in me I know I can't help myself You're all in the world to me It feels like the first time
We're an American band We're comin' to your town We'll help you party it down We're an American band
You lying so low in the weeds Bet you gonna ambush me You'd have me down on my knees Wouldn't you, Barracuda?
In a gadda da vida, baby (In the Garden of Eden) In a gadda da vida, honey Don't you know that I'm lovin' you
He says, 'Son can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet And I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes'
Get up Everybody's gonna move their feet Get down Everybody's gonna leave their seat You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City
Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss Alabamy once again And I think its a sin, yes
Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce Another runner in the night Blinded by the light
Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she's singin' Whoo-whoo-whoo
Mamma's gonna worry I've been a bad, bad boy No use sayin' sorry It's something that I enjoy 'Cause you can't see what my eyes see And you can't be inside of me Flying high again
We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone
I want it louder More power I'm gonna rock ya till it strikes the hour Bang your head! metal health'll drive you mad
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore I've forgotten what I started fighting for And if I have to crawl upon the floor Come crushing through your door
Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner Don't carry me too far away Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner Cause it's here that I've got to stay
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak Somewhere in this town See me and the boys we don't like it So were getting up and going down
I was only seventeen, I fell in love with a gypsy queen. She told me - hold on!
It's got what it takes So tell me why can't this be love Straight from my heart oh tell me why Can't this be love
People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation) Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation) Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
nd all the world is football-shaped It's just for me to kick in space And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste And I've got one, two, three, four, five Senses working overtime
For your love. I'd give you everything and more, and that's for sure. For your love. I'd bring you diamond rings and things right to your door. For your love.
I been up, I been down. Take my word, my way around. I ain't askin' for much. I said, Lord, take me downtown, I'm just lookin' for some tush.

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