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| 3:36 |
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| 3:57 |
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| 4. |
| 3:01 |
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| 5. |
| 3:57 |
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| 6. |
| 5:47 |
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| 3:03 | 
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Wrong place right time
I used to think I could do what I wanted to Right time for me alone Walk the streets of complete full homes Wrong place, but I'm bound To stick with what I intend to see through See you, in wrong place Right time but there's miles in between I keep on knocking but there's no bugger in I have to sing gothic, boo hoo See me, a new reign A new reign not to be forgotten Right place, right time Right time and britain is mine That day, on way And all peasants will know oranj Peasants smile: big shine Very happy under rule of oranj You can whine under rule of oranj Mike clarke: sez I bastard He is deranged, I am william of oranj Go insane in holland! I can't wait to taste anthrax turf again Big wren: homage oranj I an oranj I have paid dues to the one Who's #1 in heaven As in heaven so in britain (by oranj I am oranj I am one) Can't dance can't sing Cursed forever is william of oranj Can't dance can't sing Cursed forever is william of oranj Can't dance can't sing Cursed forever is william of oranj Can't dance can't sing Cursed forever is william of oranj Cursed forever is william of oranj Cursed forever is william of oranj Cursed forever is william of oranj Cursed forever is william of oranj |
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| 6:29 |
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| 9. |
| 5:03 |
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| 10. |
| 3:01 |
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In North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my pappy and he had him a still He brewed white lightning 'til the sun go down Then he'd get out a jug and pass it around Mighty mighty pleasin' Poppa kept a-squeezin' and called it White Lightning G-men, T-men, Revenue too Searching for the place where he made his brew They were lookin' tryna book him But my pappy kept a-cookin' it White Lightning I asked my pappy why he called the brew White Lightning's full of morning dew Took one sip then I knew When my eyes bulged out and my face turned blue A city slicker came and said "I'm mighty tough, I wanna get a taste of the powerful stuff" Took one slug and drank it right down And I heard him moaning as he hit the ground Shout! |
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| 9:14 |
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| 12. |
| 4:43 |
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