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Push me away - lyrics

posted by Beatit

Live and sigh, crying eyes
Your touch, your heart, your warmth, your lullaby
Live to dream, don't it seem
The tears, the pain, the hurt, reality

Don't te know these dreams, I wish could be
The real te and me
I come running back to you
te push me away, te push
Push me away

Darken days, please go away
The nights are bright, delight dream, and stay
As I dream loving you
Your touch, your heart, your warmth, please come true
Don't te know these dreams, I wish could be
The real te and me
I come running back to you
te push me away, te push
Push me away

Don't te know these dreams, I wish could be
The real te and me
I come running back to you
te push me away, te push
te push me away

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"They don't care about us" - lyrics

posted by Beatit

Skin head
Dead head
Everybody Gone bad
Situation Aggravation
Everybody Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody Dog Cibo
Bang bang Shock dead
Everybody's Gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me Hate me
You can never Break me
Will me Thrill me
You can never Kill me
Jew me Sue me
Everybody Do me
Kick me Kike me
Don't te Black o white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and...

Bad World Tour

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Michael, te Send Me

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Майкл

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I Amore te For Sentimental Reasons

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Michael Jackson🌹♥

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Michael And His Mother, Katherine

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Michael Jackson fan Fiction - Forbidden Amore Part 7 Revamp

posted by mywaymj84

The booming sounds of rhythmic beats pound in Westlake Studio A as agrifoglio sits at the mixing board. Her long hair pulled back in a ponytail as the fan are on full blast to beat out the hot Californian summer heat wave of 1979. Even in her margherita duke shorts and tank top, she can still feel her skin sticking to the vinyl chair. As the beats go she sits with paper in front of her and writes corresponding lyrics that come to her, sometimes humming, others Canto out loud. The time in her studio was her saving grace lately; especially her and Michael haven’t been as close lately, not da Michael’s...