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| 3:44 | 
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I've been away for such a long long time
Ain't had a day without you on my mind I miss the lovin' that you gave to me On top of you is where I wanna be Your body's carved in stone in my mind I see your pony tail from behind I see the sweat that you and I create I'm feelin' heaven cuz you're feelin' great I'm overdue Gotta shoot you Six guns loaded Six guns fire Six guns loaded And you're takin' me a little bit higher Six guns loaded Six guns fire Six guns loaded You're my one and only flaming desire I gotta see ya soon I'm outta my mind I've waited for you Baby all this time I need your lovin' gotta get you good I just don't wanna see me losin' you |
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| 2. |
| 3:26 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:39 |
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CD's on ten
Ooh you gotta drink a lot Push you to the edge If you wanna think a lot Skirts hiked high. Don't you know the perfect scenery Tonight make me everything I wanna be Feel the electricity Louder - cuz you like it Louder - cuz you need it Louder - only way to feel the same as me Louder - cuz you like it Louder - cuz you need it Louder - give it up for me Cutting into you Take the knife willingly Volume right through you Other spaces no one sees Legs so right 1st prize in my gallery Tonight make me everything I wanna be Feel the sexuality She come a runnin' She's such a usin' machine She's got it comin' She's got it comin' all the way for me |
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| 4. |
| 3:40 |
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| 5. |
| 3:01 |
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| 6. |
| 4:04 |
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Say you're gonna take me
Up and down your track it's up and back Once around the block to show me Everything you can do You're promisin' the world to me Sayin' "Just you wait and see" Talk is cheap when all the guns Are pointed down at you It's true Watchin' all the action from a ring side seat My double barrel's gonna knock you off Your feet Shot from my gun Baby take me higher Shot from my gun Don't call me a liar You've got a live one Runnin' through your open heart Got your number waiting for the chance To call you again Sweating from the moments Leading up to face the music I call your bluff And now it's time for a delivery You're gonna see |
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| 3:14 |
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Yakkin' like a hurricane, Baby
When no one's around Give in big to the two time you wanna get me down Droolin' out the lies Get the news out All but sell your soul Try to make you look good Tell me to my face Liar Stickin' everybody when you want to Slash 'em when their back is turned Stickin' in your nose where it don't go You're gonna have to learn Runnin' up the bill On your lie phone All but to sell your soul Try to make you look good |
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| 8. |
| 3:39 |
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| 9. |
| 3:59 |
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| 10. |
| 3:01 |
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Movin' to the sound
When she's only got the natural Likes the rock music Momma said, "shut your door" Come alive in the night when she's tight And then she's kicking out I can see everything in my mind She make me wanna shout Talkin' about I been lonely Lonely too long Lonely Lonely too long Throwin' down got the lights dim Movin' it I remember all the nights long ago Think I'm losin' it Come alive in the night when it's right And then she's on my brain I can see every move in my mind She's got such a way I need ya today |
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| 11. |
| 4:38 |
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| 12. |
| 5:00 |
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| 13. |
| 4:09 |
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Angus Young, Malcolm Young, Bon Scott
See it on the television every day Hear it on the radio It ain't humid but it sure is hot Down in Mexico The boy is trying to tell me Near enough to the edge (beginning of the end) Say they've all been there Too late my friend Riff raff Always good for a laugh (ha ha ha) Riff raff Go on, laugh yourself in half (Smile awhile) Now I'm the kind of guy who keeps his big mouth shut Don't bother me Somebody give me one arm up Leave me in misery I've never shot nobody Don't even carry a gun I ain't done nothing wrong I'm just having fun Riff raff Always good for a laugh Riff raff Go on, laugh yourself in half do it again |
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| 14. |
| 3:24 |
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| 15. |
| 2:13 |
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Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon
Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone There's a rumour going round Gotta clear outa town I'm smelling like a dry fish bone Here come the law gonna break down the door Gonna carry me away once more Never never I never want it anymore Gotta get away from this stone cold floor Crazy stone cold crazy you know Rainy afternoon I gotta blow a typhoon And I'm playing on my slide trombone Anymore anymore cannot take it anymore Gotta get away from this stone cold floor Crazy stone cold crazy you know Walking down the street Shooting people that I meet With my rubber Tommy water gun Here come the deputy He's gonna come and get me I gotta get me up and run They got the sirens loose I ran right outa juice They're gonna put me in a cell If I can't go to heaven Will they let me go to hell? Crazy stone cold crazy you know |
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| 16. |
| 3:11 |
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| 17. |
| 3:43 |
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You're out-dated
Get a reason to kick it down You gotta feel it Crank it up till the killer's out You got the fever Over-loaded on the heat again You're taking either Reachin' up for your # 10 Turn on higher than you ever wanted Turn on higher than you ever needed You got trouble Falling off what you're hangin' on You got to get her Save the girl right before the dawn You got the answer Shine a light from inside your head You win the dancer Now we all rock the world again |
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| 18. |
| 4:34 |
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| 19. |
| 4:36 |
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| 20. |
| 1:54 |
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| 21. |
| 0:12 |
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| 22. |
| 1:45 |
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