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Noir Desir - One Trip One Noise |
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50 Cent - Get Rich Or Die Tryin |
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Holiday Party - Tunisia 2005 |
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Doug E Fresh - The Worlds Greatest Entertainer |
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Robbie Williams - The Road To Mandalay |
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Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
There's nothing funny left to say
This sombre song would drain the sun
But it won't shine until it's sung
No water running in the stream
The saddest place we've ever seen
Everything I touched was golden
Everything I loved got broken
On the road to Mandalay
Every mistake I've ever made
Has been rehashed and then replayed
As I got lost along the way
There's nothing left for you to give
The truth is all that you're left with
Twenty paces then at dawn
We will die and be reborn
I like to sleep beneath the trees
Have the universe at one with me
Look down the barrel of a gun
And feel the Moon replace the Sun
Everything we've ever stolen
Has been lost returned or broken
No more dragons left to slay
Every mistake I've ever made
Has been rehashed and then replayed
As I got lost along the way
Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
There's nothing funny left to say
I Will Talk, Hollywood Will Listen
(Robbie Williams and Guy Chambers)
I wouldn't be so alone
The they knew my name in every home
Kevin Spacey would call on the phone
But I'd be too busy
Come back to the old ville and dine
Cameron Diaz give me a sign
I'd make you smile all the time
Your conversation would compliment mine
I will talk and Hollywood will listen
See them bow and my every word
Mr Spielberg look just what you're missing
Doesn't that seem a little obsurd
Bow at my every word
Buy up the rights to my book
Live on a ranch from what the box office took
I'll go and visit the set
They'll call me their saviour
All the peoples will scorn celebrity
Lives on the moon
But, I'll be back home in June
To promote the sequel
I will talk and Hollywood will listen
See them bow and my every word
Mr. Spielberg look just w.hat you're missing
Doesn't that seem a little obsurd
Bow at my every word |
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