Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you lovers Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you killers Put your lights on, put
Put your lights on Put your lights on Hey now, all you lovers Put your lights on Put your lights on Hey now, all you killers Put your lights on Put
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Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now all you lovers Put you lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you killers Put you lights on, put
obedient Tired of your fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients Black on black while styles ( ? ) ( ? ) of brothers that's gotta be Circlin cyphers into molecules Takin over your space, that's illogical The vocal chords on
put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the guitar up) (and then he what?) Started singin the blues like there no tomorrow (no tomorrow) (come on
', I'll get your river flowin' I'm always in the knowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let
and Limp Bizkit Came along now, don't nobody Wanna hear your old ass sing no more Remember back in '94, like right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford Before his heart attack had him on
and throw on my lights Your clothes are all gone And you ain't there And your makeup drawer is empty I found an old picture of you washing your hair And
false prophets, because they got my people bugg'n Put on the full armor, cause you know these fools they're gonna wanna Talk behind your back, but stay
you All your grief At last, at last behind you Lord in Heaven Look down on him in mercy. VALJEAN Forgive me all my trespasses And take me to your glory
in my life I wasn't alone With blood on my hands, How could I have known? Used to be the great white hope Once I walked on water Now I barely stay afloat
put into motion by you Every mornin' I Have the chance to rise And give my all Every afternoon I find I have only wasted time In light of your awe
cee, put your weight on it Boy put your weight on it, put your weight on it Put your weight on it Put your weight on it mister cee, put your weight on
blowin' far and near, You need to break off that joint from behind your ear, Slap it on the stone, let's get stoned, Light up that torch grab some knifes it's on
It always put me on the edge, To think of all the spoilt lives Today I'm one step further Not sure if I've survived myself Reality is sometimes stranger
