We'Re Gonna Make Ya Dance - Lyrics - Mya - Mya

Title: We'Re Gonna Make Ya Dance
Album: Mya
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Darryl Pearson, Mya Marie Harrison, Tamir Ruffin

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Lyric:
We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha

Are you ready to do this thing
Said, "Are you ready to git in this swing?"
What's goin' on up in this
Motha motha

Do you wanna party
'Cause if you do now get up and come with me
'Cause I'm gonna make ya, he's gonna make ya
We we gonna make you, we gonna make you dance

We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha
Said, "We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha "

If you ain't here to dance
You ain't here to move
While you up in this motha
Said, "We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha"

Everybody who be up in this bass
Get out yo seat and on yo feet
Just take yo place
To feel this beat, feel this groove

'Cause I'm gonna make dat, he's gonna make dat
We gonna make dat shit fo' you
Move yo body to the side, to the front
To the back, I like that
Who like dat? We like dat, yo

We gonna make you move
We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha
Said, "We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha"

If you ain't here to dance
You ain't here to move
While you up in this motha
Said, "We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha"

We gone make you dance
We gonna make you
We gonna make you
We gonna make you move
Said, "We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha"

If you ain't here to dance
You ain't here to move
While you up in this motha
Said, "We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha

We gone make you
We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
See we gone make you move, oh yeah
See what we came to do here is make you dance

Se right now, we gonna make you move
What y'all been fo'? We gone make you dance
And you ovah there standin' on the side
See we gonna make you move

We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha
Said, "We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha"

If you ain't here to dance
You ain't here to move
While you up in this motha
Said, "We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha"

We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha
Said, "We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha"

If you ain't here to dance
You ain't here to move
While you up in this motha
Said, "We gone make you dance
We gone make you move
While you up in this motha?

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Make Up Your Mind - Lyrics - Tyrese

Title: Make Up Your Mind
Artist: Tyrese
Composer(s): Joe Carter, Tyrese Gibson, Trevor Job, Tyres

Lyric:
God bless the day I found you
Can somebody tell me
Why you don't believe in me? Oh no

When I say A, you think I mean B
Guess it wasn't meant to be, so I'm movin' on, yeah
You tell me you've changed still the same
I'm ma tell you like my Mama told me, game
(Game recognize game)

That's how I know you will never change
We've been at this for a nice long while
I think it's best we go our own ways, goodbye
(Fame doesn't mean a thing)
'Cuz it's all about you

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin' to have somethin'
Make up your mind
'Cuz I can't want this more than you want this, no

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin'
Why don't you make up your mind?
No, no, no, no

You've opened my eyes, I've realized
That you and I will never know love
Where did we go wrong? Yeah
You turned on me in times of need
I'mma tell you like my Mama told me, games
(Game recognize game)

That's how I know you will never change
We've been at this for a nice long while
I guess it's best we go own ways, goodbye
(Fame doesn't mean a thing)
'Cuz it's all about you, oh oh oh

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin' to have somethin'
Make up your mind
'Cuz I can't want this more than you want this, no
(Can you do that for me please baby? Oh)

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin'
Why don't you make up your mind?
No, no, no, no
(Would you just make up mind for me baby)

We've been involved for oh so long, yeah, yeah
And already got feelings that are oh so strong
If I get that urge to kick it to the curb
Oh, I'll be outta here and won't look back my dear
I'm sorry but I gotta go, oh

I always let you say what you wanna say
I only told you be who you wanna be
So why you wanna flip on me?

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin' to have somethin'
Make up your mind
'Cuz I can't want this more than you want this, no
(I can't let you do this to me baby, no, no )

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
(Is there somethin' wrong with this love affair baby?)
When you're tryin'
Why don't you make up your mind?
No, no, no, no
(Make up mind for me baby, do it for me baby)

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin' to have somethin'
Make up your mind
'Cuz I can't want this more than you want this, no
(So you gotta go baby, oh no )

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out

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The Raptism - Lyrics - The Sneak Attack - Krs One

Title: The Raptism
Album: The Sneak Attack
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Omar Preece

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Lyric:
So gather round now for the raptism
'Cause if the dogs don't get 'em
The cattle get 'em or the gat'll get 'em
Or the crack'll get 'em

Time for spiritual activism
Life is a journey
And Kris got the map with him
Teach Latinos and blacks with 'em

It's amazing when Whites
And Asians kick raps with 'em
'Cause out of a thousand MC's
Believe I taught half of 'em

Knowledge Reigns Supreme
I beam through many images
My origin is a mystery
Like capstones on pyramids

We live it kid, challenge
The teacher you will regret that
I'm giving careers and taking careers away
Did you forget that?

Better check that you can rock
This track and the next track
But when I correct the spirit hit
You'll always be set back

So gather round now for the raptism
Only those that got hip-hop in 'em
And not rap in 'em and no crack with 'em
Step up now and receive a holy dose

From a holy host and take a break
From these rappers that only boast

Wake up to make up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wake up to make up
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Wake up to make up
Yo, yeah, yo

My intellectual battle
Will make your brains rattle
I'll unwrap you and your crew
From the same shackle

I'm on many different planes like a airport
Psychologically you be rethinkin'
Your identity and cuttin' ya hair short

Now there's a thought
That exposes your insecurity
You put no fear in me
I break the M from the C

And reverse it to say, "See 'em? See 'em?"
They allow the devil to lead 'em
And they be givin' up they freedom
So, huh, gather round for the raptism

Wake up
When the spirit hear it the lyric long before the track get 'em
Wake up
I spit 'em out, gotta get 'em out, the world I never been about

I see them glitter but their spirit's goin' in and out
We see them fading, we also see them hating
We also see those living for musical chart ratings
Hear what I'm stating or trading for what you're paying

Replace fear with faith and you'll stop decaying
Gather round for the raptism
(Word)
Gather round for the raptism
(Word, word)

Wake up, wake up, wake up
Gather round for the raptism
Make up, make up, make up
'Cause if the dogs don't get 'em

The cattle get 'em or the gat'll get 'em
Or the crack'll get 'em
Yo, yo, gather round for the raptism
Wake up, word, word
Wake up, word

Wake up, the dogs don't get 'em
The cattle get 'em, or the crack'll get 'em
Or the gat'll get 'em
Wake up, everyday, when you wake up

You got a chance to make up
Remember you are not just doing hip-hop
You are hip-hop
Wake up to make up, wake up to make up

Twice a year, hip-hoppers come together
To celebrate the unity of hip-hop
We come together, during Hip-Hop Appreciation Week
Wake up to make up

Which is every third week in May
Wake up to make up
Then, we come together in November
To celebrate Hip-Hop History Month
I will see you there, peace

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Over - Lyrics - Playin' with Fire - Natasha Thomas

Title: Over
Album: Playin' with Fire
Artist: Natasha Thomas
Composer(s): Tina Harris, Stephen William Lee, Peter Martin

Lyric:
'Sup baby?
Oh, holy shit

Does over mean it's over
Until we run into each other again?
On and off, hot and cold, back and forth
According to the mood we're in
We're back in bed again

We never seem to get to the end
We can't ever say never again
Tell me what does over mean?

Does it mean that it's over?
No more us that we want
Why can't we say goodbye?
Why do we go back every time?

We begin where we end
This is where we came in
If we're gonna move on
We need a new word for over

I remember when over meant you felt
Real bad and cut up photographs
Never wanna see the son of a

Back with you again
Break up on a Sunday
Back on Monday
Ignoring everything that I said

We never seem to get to the end
We can't ever say never again
Tell me what does over mean?

Does it mean that it's over?
No more us that we want
Why can't we say goodbye?
Why do we go back every time?

We begin where we end
This is where we came in
If we're gonna move on
We need a new word for over

We never practice what we preach
We're both guilty of being weak
Why say it's over when it ain't over?

Dysfunctionally raw
Emotionally backed up against the door
I don't trust us anymore
What's the meanin' of over?

Make up, break up, make up again
Break up, make up, break up again
Make up, break up, make up again
Break up, make up, break up again

Make up, break up, make up again
Break up, make up, break up again
Make up, break up, make up again
Tell me when it's over baby

Does it mean that it's over?
No more us that we want
Why can't we say goodbye?
Why do we go back every time?

We begin where we end
This is where we came in
If we're gonna move on
We need a new word for over

Said it so many times
There's no reason, no rhyme
Why can't we say goodbye?
Why do we go back every time?

We begin where we end
This is where we came in
If we're gonna move on
We need a new word for over

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Hands Up - Lyrics - Elephunk - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Hands Up
Album: Elephunk
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste, Jaime Gomez, Will Adams, Michael Fratantuno, B May, Allan Pineda, George Jr Pajon, Moises Vivanco

Lyric:
Hands up, comin' with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin? the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get ?em up, get 'em up

We goin? make you move, we goin? make it hot
Elbows above your heads peoples, we holdin? up the spot
We goin? get it goin', even if y?all don?t be knowin'
"Y?all don?t be knowin?", 'cuz this shit that we throwin'
Get going gone retarded

Start it up, banging out hits now we chartin? up
Didn?t mean bump ya? pardon us
Diggin? this cut 'cuz we sharpened up
You dumbin' it down we smartened it up
We penetrate even though your guard was up
Get down to the peas 'cuz we fallin? up
Electric 'cuz we like chargin' up

We the, B.E.Peas uh, rhythmic sonic pleaser
Getcha, hot like fever, boilin' two hundred degrees ahh
You're burnin' up heats getting low let me turn it up
Let me fuck up your ear till my sperm is up
In your brain and the baby will I'am?s be sayin'

Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin? the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get ?em up, get 'em up

Hands up, comin' with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin? the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get ?em up, get 'em up

Ah, people, tabamatic flows deeper than Atlantic o?s
Apl de ap got ridiculous flows
Catchin? rhythm makin? ?em grow
Mathematic apl will go, up in the scene we original
You know what I mean BEP mineral
Stormin? strong for the several

Barricade laid for you terribles, ho, I'm the chief Filipino
Letting you know we about to blow, will I'am, ap and tab double o
Set 'em up, shut 'em down, get 'em up, time for us to raise it up
Never going down always headin? up
Raise your hands 'cuz we blaze it up

Anybody here who waited long, to you I dedicate this song
Ain?t nothin' wrong gotta make it right
Straight to the point this is the new joint
And you know this is the jam y?all, come on down and dance y?all
Have a ball y?all, throw your hands up

Hands up, comin' with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin? the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get ?em up, get 'em up

Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin? the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get ?em up, get 'em up

Black Eyed Peas will announce, some things that you can?t avoid
You need to ba ba ba bounce to this, ba ba ba ba bounce to our joint
We come with more than an ounce, more like a tone full of noise
So ba ba ba ba bounce to this, ba ba ba ba bounce to our joint
We came getcha getcha, bouncin? so getcha getcha
Ass up we gotcha gotcha, movin? lets make it hotta?
Hotta? then moltin? lava, bubblin? like boilin? water, ahh

Hands up, comin' with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin? the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get ?em up, get 'em up

Hands up, comin' with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin? the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get ?em up, get 'em up

Hands up, getcha hands up
Get your hands in the air like it?s a stick up
Hands up, getcha hands up
The reason why they up b'cuz we rip shit up

We do reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae, ra
The heggae, heggae, heggae, heggae, heggae, heggae, ha
The reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae, ra
The reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae
...

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Breakup 2 Makeup - Lyrics - Chapter II - Ashanti

Title: Breakup 2 Makeup
Album: Chapter II
Artist: Ashanti
Composer(s): A Douglas, I Lorenzo, A Parker

Lyric:
Saw you again for the first time in a long time
It brought out all these feelings that I never knew I had inside
Seeing you with another girl, it didn't sit with me too well
And I'm mad at myself 'cause I love you
And with or without you I'm goin' through hell

I don't think that I could shake you
So baby, can we make up?
I know that this is kind of crazy
But baby, I wanna make up

I don't think that I could shake you
So baby, can we make up?
I know that this is kind of crazy
But baby, I wanna make up

I never knew I could love you, how I love you
I thought that I was through with you
So glad that I could be single
Now I'm caught thinkin' 'bout the past
And wish that we could just go back
And I'm mad at myself 'cause I love you
And I really want you to come on back

I don't think that I could shake you
So baby, can we make up?
I know that this is kind of crazy
But baby, I wanna make up

I don't think that I could shake you
So baby, can we make up?
I know that this is kind of crazy
But baby, I wanna make up

I don't know if I'm crazy
But all the pain and the heartache you gave me
That only made me, wanna get back with you
You held her hand the way you held mine
You felt her, uhh, the way you felt mine
And all the fightin' that we went through
See, I was already used to it

I don't think that I could shake you
So baby, can we make up?
I know that this is kind of crazy
But baby, I wanna make up

I don't think that I could shake you
So baby, can we make up?
I know that this is kind of crazy
But baby, I wanna make up

I don't think that I could shake you
So baby, can we make up?
I know that this is kind of crazy
But baby, I wanna make up

I don't think that I could shake you
So baby, can we make up?
I know that this is kind of crazy
But baby, I wanna make up

I don't know what you did to me, boy
But I want you to come
Come back now or I'll go crazy
Crazy
Crazy
Crazy

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Make Up Your Mind - Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

Title: Make Up Your Mind
Album: Sex Style
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Trevor Randolph, Maurice Smith, Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yeah, so you called me last night
You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do
All excited over these football players and baseball players
Whassup? You lookin' for a million dollars or somethin'?
Man you kinda confused

Freak mode, I'ma have sex, so let 'em feel
Touch my private, my thing made of steel
Shootin' gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism
I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley

I'm on the hill, not North in Pete skill
Big Willie servin', now tell me how you femmes feel
I'm in the Cadillac, drivin' in a drop top
People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop

I'm on the highway, girls pull 'em down my way
Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday
The woman's out, the Phantom pushin' more clout
I'm watchin'? With Sam, drinkin' guinness stout

Bourbon booze, green alligator shoes
Union commissioned sex, government intelligence
What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant
Materialistic, ugly man is plastic

No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap
Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep
Interfere, in my spot and he's comin' here
She's in the white boots, breathin' in my ear

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt

No affections, condom style, I got no yeast
Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
Breakin' honies down, mackin' here to Petersburg
Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg

With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh
The right player, even if I choose odds
Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six trey

I'm on the case, jealous man steppin' in my way
Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot
Actin' like Troop, he say he signed with a group
He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop

Lyin' to you to get thrilled
Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo
I got a style if a brother wanna know
Smokin' that stink blunt, you still sniffin' blow

Nose runnin' on time with green slime
Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind
Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano
Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock

I'm in a two door, with bass comin' through your block
Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix
California butt, MC's suckin' more what
Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work

Jheri Curl Jones, spendin' cash on a skirt
Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben?
Brother is sly, fatback bacon
Still fakin', his voice chords achin'

You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex
Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt sex
I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
The flasher, are you ready for action?

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it

I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt naked
In a discotheques, don't tell me ladies can't take it
Just to have my drawers in a overcoat
My El Dorado lean, the black caddy float

Down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill
Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel
Suckin' on the hippie, on the Mississippi
Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie

Five and five, equal ten
Add twenty up, I'm back in the spot again
Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb
Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm

You in my way my man, yo B excuse me
I didn't call your girl, why accuse me?
I think you're insecure, not sure
If your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin' at my door

Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash
You can't clean, tell 'em black
He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act
Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks
You can't win, takin' shots like the Knicks

I'm old enough with skills to be your daddy
Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally
Pretty woman standin' there with her ugly man
I don't want to shake his hand

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it

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Pull Up The People - Lyrics - Arular - M.I.A.

Title: Pull Up The People
Album: Arular
Artist: M.I.A.
Composer(s): Maya Arulpragasam, Brucker Paul Byrne, Dave Taylor

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Lyric:
M.I.A.
M.I.A.
M.I.A.

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, pull up the poor

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Yeah, we got God now we got you
Everyday thinkin' bout how we get through
Everything I own is on IOU
But I'm here bringing y'all something new

You no like the people they no like you
Then they gonna set it off with a big boom
Son in a battle is a son and daughter too
Why you wanna talk about who done who
Why you wanna talk about

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, pull up the poor

I'm a fighter, fighter god
I'm a soldier on that road
I'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter
I'm a soldier on that road

Bring me the reaper, bring me the lawyer
I'm a fighter I'll take 'em on
You treat me like a killer, I ain't never hate ya
I'm a soldier on that road

I'm a fighter, fighter god
I'm a soldier on that road
I'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter
I'm a soldier on that road

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang, bang, bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang, bang, bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

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You'Re On Your Own - Lyrics - Journey

Title: You'Re On Your Own
Artist: Journey
Composer(s): Neal Schon, George Tickner, Gregg Rolie

Lyric:
We'll try to make up your mind
We'll try to make up your mind
We'll try to make up your mind
We'll try to make up your mind

Now you're on you're own
Yeah, don't leave me behind
Now you're on you're own

There's a new moon rising on the other side
The other side of you
Talk to yourself and someone else
What you tryin' to do?

Maybe will, maybe won't
It's all for you to say
You say, you do, then you don't
It's only you live the way, yeah, yeah

Baby, now you're on you're own
Never leave me behind
Now you're on you're own

When the light is gone that left your eyes
I haven't spoke too soon
Now we know your pretty words
Is just another tune

You spoke your mind, you've been quiet kind
It's all according to you
Go inside, keep your pride
I can't get through to you, no, no, no

Now you're on you're own
Now you're on you're own

We'll try and make up your mind
We'll try and make up your mind
We'll try and make up your mind
We'll try and make up your mind
We'll try and make up your mind

We'll try and make up your mind
We'll try and make up your mind
We'll try and make up your mind
We'll try and make up your mind
We'll try and make up your mind

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Leave It Up To Me - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Aaron Carter

Title: Leave It Up To Me
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): Michael Mark Power, Lucas Secon

Lyric:
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, come on
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
And ya know we're gonna groove

It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, come on
It's the kids, baby
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Listen to the kids
Grown ups, own up
Even when they mess up
Actin' like it's all sewn up
Mom and dad think we
Need to have a talk
Think the kids rule the world
Boys and girls

You can't blame us for Nada
You taught us, to follow orders
'Cuz I'm the baby, dun gotta
Monkey see, ah ah
Monkey do no more
The fun stops here
What's the score

We might start a play fight
Just to imitate you
Don'tcha feel silly now
Shame on you
Don't start to cry now
I don't blame you
After all you're just a grown-up
Whatcha gonna do

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

When the grown-ups go a wall
Now nothing's gonna fall
Here come the young ones
The baby crime busters
Big people, listen up
Relax now we're equal
And if the money's right
We might make a sequel

Do I hear a please?
I love it when you beg me
I need a bribe now
Just to move my legs, see
And I might put you in
If you make way
(Lemme talk to my people we can save the day)

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

(Now whatcha gonna do)
Mom and dad, they be
Gettin' on my nerves
Workin' and workin' 'em
Is that what I deserve
But after many days
Hey, I want them back
Tell me who's gonna bake
My cake and all that

Who's gonna suffer from
My practical jokes
And answer when I'm mowing
Hey, it's gotta be my folks
And who's gonna get me up
Ready for the flight
And who's gonna tell me
"Every thing's alright"

But wait a minute
That sounds so soft
That won't impress a
Hot chick like Lara Croft
Don't play me out 'cuz
I'll switch ya off
You've been told old for too long
Singin' the same song

If you're old enough to vote
Then it's time to sit down
It's all about the little hommies
Takin' the crown
So if you're too young to vote
Here's your chance to have a say
Come on everybody
Help me save the day

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

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Bed Time - Lyrics - Louise

Title: Bed Time
Artist: Louise
Composer(s): Julie Morrison, Graham Plato

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Lyric:
It's bedtime

Illogical when we fuss and fight
Magical when we kiss goodnight
I don't wanna fight you no more
(Baby, don't fight no more)

Impossible when we fight to win
Sexual when we're skin on skin
What are we arguing for?
(Don't you know)

It's close to midnight
We've been fighting too long
Let's say we're sorry
And admit we're both wrong

Now come and kiss me
Come and kiss me goodnight
Let's make up before bedtime
(Bedtime)
Some sexual healing will help us unwind
So let's make up before bedtime

Sensible when we take time out
Irrational when we scream and shout
You know, you're all that I need
(Baby, you're all I need)

So natural when we're one on one
Joy above when we're making up
So bring your body to me
(Body to me)

Don't you know it's getting late now?
And too much has been said
Call it a night, baby
Let's go to bed

Now come and kiss me
Come and kiss me goodnight
Let's make up before bedtime
(Bedtime)
Some sexual healing will help us unwind
So let's make up before bedtime

Come on now it's bedtime
Come on now it's bedtime
Let's make up before bedtime
Let's make up before bedtime

Now come and kiss me
Come and kiss me goodnight
Let's make up before bedtime
(Bedtime)
Some sexual healing will help us unwind
So let's make up before bedtime
(Bedtime)

Now come and kiss me
Come and kiss me goodnight
(Kiss me good)
Let's make up before bedtime
(Let's make up, bedtime)
Some sexual healing will help us unwind
So let's make up before bedtime
(Bedtime)

Now come and kiss me
Come and kiss me goodnight
Let's make up before bedtime
(Bedtime)
Some sexual healing will help us unwind
So let's make up before bedtime

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Lonely Daze - Lyrics - Ginuwine...The Bachelor - Ginuwine

Title: Lonely Daze
Album: Ginuwine...The Bachelor
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Linda Diane Creed, Tim Mosley, Thomas Randolph Bell, Melvin Barcliff, Elgin Lumpkin

Lyric:
Oh oh
Can we try
Oh

Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
I love you baby come with me
Tonight I'm gonna make you stay

Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
I love you baby come with me
Tonight I'm gonna make you stay

Listen
Sit back relax your mind, your dinner is waiting
The more I see you girl my heart beat is pacing
New lovers mentally we knew what we were thinking
No waiting all night long let's start the love making
Can we try

Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
I love you baby come with me
'Cause I love you
Tonight I'm gonna make you stay
I'm gonna make you stay

Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
Can we try
I love you baby come with me
Tonight I'm gonna make you stay

One chance is all I need to have you forever
I'll wait forever girl until the twelveth of of never
If I could do it all I'd carry your baby nine months long
But I'm a man no doubt darlin' and you are my lady

Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
I love you baby come with me
Tonight I'm gonna make you stay
I'm gonna make you stay

Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
All the things I wanna do to you baby
I love you baby come with me
Tonight I'm gonna make you stay

I'm tryin' to figure out, what this love thing is all about?
Can we be as one, help me to know your so fine baby be mine
I wanna tell you girl, it's your love I only seek
And it's the one that's meant for G'
Baby I'm sorry please stay don't you leave
Stay don't you leave me

Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
I love you baby come with me
Cause I want you baby
Tonight I'm gonna make you stay
Anything I've done, I'm sorry

Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
I'll climb a mountain, swim a shore
I love you baby come with me
Anything you want from me
Tonight I'm gonna make you stay
I'll give you that and much, much more
Yes I will baby

Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
Come on
If you want I'll kiss the ground that you walk on
I love you baby come with me
Tonight I'm gonna make you stay
'Cause that's just how much I love you

Can we try to make up for the lonely daze?
All I ever wanted to do is make you happy baby
I love you baby come with me
Tonight I'm gonna make you stay
Tonight I want you by my side

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Up In Here - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Up In Here
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
And all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight

There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, 'cause everytime
You come around, it's like what I just gotta get my dick sucked

And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin' to
But I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else
And we all thought you loved yourself

But that couldn't have been the issue or maybe
They just sayin' that, now 'cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you that's why you layin'
On your back, lookin' at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here

Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain
'Cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
To be fuckin' with me and you, you ain't strong enough

So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you think that you Superman
I got the kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors

You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours and everybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like so?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go

I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin' over puss
That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them
Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin' put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin' lest you tryin' to end up red
'Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead

'Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up north type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water

We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, everybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out

Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin'
You know who gon' find you? Who? Some old man fishin'
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here

Hold up, err
One, two, meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ry-Ders gon' meet me outside

Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ers gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-ies gon' meet me outside

Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside
Meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again

Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again

Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again

All my streets they bouncin' again bouncin'
Again, we're bouncin' again
Swizz, Swizz Beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin' again and we bouncin' again
Double R keep it comin', ain't nuttin' y'all, ain't nuttin' y'all can do, now

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Make Up Your Mind - Lyrics - 7 Mary 3

Title: Make Up Your Mind
Artist: 7 Mary 3
Composer(s): Jason Ross, Jason Pollock

Lyric:
Oh yeah
She says, "We can't tell them"
Oh yeah she wants up front
I can't do that

When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna make up your mind?
'Cause you know that I have made up mine

Oh yeah, she's got backup
Boyfriend, I'm here

When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna make up your mind?
'Cause you know that I have made up mine

When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna make up your mind?
'Cause you know that I have made up mine

Oh yeah

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Party Up - Lyrics - And Then There Was X - Dmx

Title: Party Up
Album: And Then There Was X
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before suck my dick
And all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight

There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, 'cause every time
You come around, it's like what, I just gotta get my dick sucked

And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin' to
But I'm not him, aight Slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else
And we all thought you loved yourself

But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin' that
Now 'cause they miss you, shit a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin' on your back, lookin' at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain
'Cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
To be fuckin' with me and you, you ain't strong enough

So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you thinkin' that you Superman
I got the kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors

You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and everybody know
Your old man say, "You're stupid", you be like, "So?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go"

I'm tired of weak ass niggaz, whinin' over puss
That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them
Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin', put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin' lest you tryin' to end up red
'Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead

'Cause youse a soft type nigga, fake up north type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter

The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, everybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin' his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out

Listen, your ass is about to be missin'
You know who gon' find you? Who? Some old man fishin'
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

Hold up! Err
One, two, meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ryders gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ballers, gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly ladies, gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street, street peoples meet me outside
Meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
Dark Man keep you bouncin' again

Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
All my streets they bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, we're bouncin' again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin' again
Bouncin' again and we bouncin' again
Double R keep it comin', ain't nothin' y'all
Ain't nothing y'all can do, now

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Make It Up To You - Lyrics - Julian Lennon

Title: Make It Up To You
Artist: Julian Lennon
Composer(s): Julian Lennon, Patrick Raymond Leonard

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Lyric:
I've been waiting in line
I don't have the heart to say goodbye
It's only money but it won't be much longer
Till we say goodbye

And you know
I'm a sentimental kind of thing
And you know
If I work hard and I sing

I'm gonna make it up
Gonna make it up to you
Got to make it up
Got to make it up to you

I'm just waiting my time
I'm trying so hard to work it out
It's sometimes funny but we'll hold on to our love
Till we cry goodbye

And you know
I'm gonna try a little harder everyday
'Cause in this life
You gotta work hard to pay

I'm gonna make it up
Gonna make it up to you
Got to make it up
Got to make it up to you

But if my lovin' doesn't hold our love together
I'll be washing my blues away
And if your lovin' can go on until forever
We'll be livin' the news every single day

I'm gonna make it up
Gonna make it up to you
Got to make it up
Got to make it up to you

I'm gonna make it up
Gonna make it up to you
Got to make it up
Got to make it up to you

I'm gonna make it up
Gonna make it up to you
Got to make it up
Got to make it up to you
...

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I'M Coming Out - Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Title: I'M Coming Out
Artist: Chumbawamba
Composer(s): Nigel Hunter, Louise Watts, Judith Abbott, Darren Hamer, Allen Whalley, Duncan Bruce, Neil Ferguson, Alice Nutter

Lyric:
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
Ahh, let's have a shake up
Ahh, let's kiss and make up

(I'm coming out)
I had a fling with Doris Day
(I'm coming out)
I almost got her in the family way
(I'm coming out)
I gotta see what the papers say
(I'm coming out)

All dressed up in drag
(All dressed up in drag)
Inside a Gucci body bag
(In a Gucci body bag)

(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's have a shake up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up

(I'm coming out)
My self denial couldn't get any worse
(I'm coming out)
First confession second verse
(I'm coming out)
I forget myself but I remember the words

All dressed up in drag
(All dressed up in drag)
Inside a Gucci body bag
(In a Gucci body bag)

(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's have a shake up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up

The sniffer dogs are comin'
'Round my house again
The sniffer dogs are comin'
'Round my house again

(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's have a shake up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up

The sniffer dogs are comin'
'Round my house again

Johnny, Johnny

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Lose My Breath - Lyrics - Kidz Bop 7 - Kidz Bop Kids

Title: Lose My Breath
Album: Kidz Bop 7
Artist: Kidz Bop Kids
Composer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Freddie D Iii Jerkins, Shawn Carter, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Michelle Williams, Kelendria Rowland, Lashawn Ameen Daniels, Sean Garrett

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Lyric:
Hit me!

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath

Ooh, I put it right there, made it easy for you to get to
Now you wanna act like you don't know what to do
After I gone done everything that you asked me
Grabbed you, grind you, liked you, tried you
Moved so fast, baby, now I can't find you

Ooh, I'm startin' to believe that I'm way too much for you
All that talk but it seems like I can't come through
All them lines like you could satisfy me
Now I see where believing you got me
Gave you the wheel but you can't drive me

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath

Ooh, two things I don't like when I'm tryna get my groove
Is a partner that meets me only halfway and just can't prove
Take me out so deep when you know you can't swim
Need a lifeguard and I need protection
To put it on me deep in the right direction

Ooh, you understand the facts that I'm tryna get to you
You're movin' so slow like you just don't have a clue
Didn't momma teach you to give affection?
Learn the difference from a man and an adolescent?
It ain't you boo, so get ta steppin'

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath

If you can't make me say, ooh
Like the beat of this drum
Why you ask for some?
You ain't really want none

If you can't make me say, ooh
Like the beat of this groove
You don't have no business in this
Here's your papers, baby, you are dismissed

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath

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