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Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
I would count the ways, but there’s never enough time
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
Oh yeah, she’s my baby
Oh yeah she drives me crazy
Walking down the street, I keep myself two feet behind
The way the swings her hips, it drives me out of my mind
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
Always on my mind, she likes a good time
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
So sweet, she’s like a soul song
So pure, she can’t do no wrong
twenty four seven baby, three six five
Count my lucky stars ever day your by my side
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
Always on my mind, keeps me satisfied
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
These hard times they don’t bother me no more
I’ve been alright since she said “I’ll be yours”
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
Always on my mind, keeps me satisfied
Ain’t nobody’s baby like mine
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It's All Good
04:30
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Take me down , take me down, to where the river flows
Throw me in the deep end, yeah just let me go
Because I’m sick of this, it don’t make sense
Wanna go my own way, and fuck your consequence
Because I’m happy now, and it’s all good
Take me down, take me down, do it fast then do it slow
Doesn’t really matter, one day you’re gonna go
Gonna do my own thing, shut out all the noise
Be good to my woman, stay true to my boys
Yeah its simple now, and it’s all good
But you can’t change me, I’ll be a better man
Maybe I’ll walk another road
Don’t try to save me, with your false promises
I don’t believe what I’m being sold
Spin me round, spin me round, dancing like a fool
Convinced that I’m winning until they change the rules
You could all in, or you could hedge your bet
Make up a new move, go out of step
But the banker always wins, and he ain’t no good
Take me down, take me down, walk these lonely streets
I don’t know what they told you but that ain’t gold beneath your feet
(That ain’t gold……..that ain’t gold…..)
The sands are shifting, they move with time
If a man’s not careful, he could lose his mind
(that ain’t gold) but it feels good
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Tynecastle Blues
03:49
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we’ve walked this road, over and over
and over time, it cracks with pressure
The teacher preaches, the preacher reaches
Into our pockets and then promises releases
Between the raindrops, and lonely faces
We come to realise we’re prescribed places
Looking for order, beneath the chaos
I dream of running, the noose tightens in her nightmares
it goes…on and on
hear no…evil
see no …evil
speak..evil
My Daddy’s trying, my neighbour’s drugging
My mother’s crying, keeps on birthing
Next generation, same old problems
Into the future with a system that is broken
The greatest weapon, of the oppressor
Is the mindset of the oppressed
Under achiever, is our assessment
you play the fool again, we take what we expect
it goes…on and on
hear no…evil
see no …evil
speak..evil
When I was thirteen, they said to grow up
But when I left school, nobody showed up
No graduation, no fancy picture
Just take a seat between the wasters and the drifters
Life brings its lessons, she’s skipping class now
Her best friend questions, her shrinking mass, how,
The baggy school clothes, hide neurosis
Her arms collect scars as she squeezes through the process
The teacher’s screaming, the class room freezes
Straight from head’s office into police cells
The greatest weapon of the oppressor
is the mindset of the oppressed
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Ramble On
03:35
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Sun shine in the morning, shine on me, shine on me
Birds singing a new song, sing one for me, sing one for me
Sing it for me, so I can be free
Rivers that keep on running, Flow to me yeah flow to me
Mountains out in the distance, remember me, remember me
Remember me, so I can be free
And where the wind is blowing,
And there ain’t no signs of slowing
The tapestry keeps growing
And I, will ramble on, to where I belong
Whispers out on the wind, speak to me, yeah speak to me
Waves over the ocean, carry me, please carry me
Carry me, and I will be free
And stars of Orion, please guide me, please guide me
When the night comes calling, call on me, call on me
Call on me, and I will be free
And where the wind is blowing,
And there ain’t no signs of slowing
The tapestry keeps growing
And I, will ramble on, to where I belong
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