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Album: The First Cuts
Year: 1998
Quality: High
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Track listing:
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| 1. |
Popa Chubby - I Can't Stand It Baby.mp3 |
11.70 Mb |
download |
| 2. |
Popa Chubby - I Love Your Shoes.mp3 |
5.59 Mb |
download |
| 3. |
Popa Chubby - Angel On My Shoulder.mp3 |
5.98 Mb |
download |
| 4. |
Popa Chubby - Mind Your Stuff.mp3 |
5.72 Mb |
download |
| 5. |
Popa Chubby - Money.mp3 |
4.86 Mb |
download |
| 6. |
Popa Chubby - Fell My Eyes On You.mp3 |
5.02 Mb |
download |
| 7. |
Popa Chubby - Let The Jam Begin.mp3 |
4.35 Mb |
download |
| 8. |
Popa Chubby - Lipservice.mp3 |
8.97 Mb |
download |
| 9. |
Popa Chubby - Every Girl I See.mp3 |
6.43 Mb |
download |
| 10. |
Popa Chubby - Working Class Blues.mp3 |
4.00 Mb |
download |
| 11. |
Popa Chubby - Show Me.mp3 |
4.91 Mb |
download |
| 12. |
Popa Chubby - Stoop Down Baby.mp3 |
7.15 Mb |
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| 13. |
Popa Chubby - Handyman.mp3 |
7.54 Mb |
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| 14. |
Popa Chubby - San Catri.mp3 |
12.91 Mb |
download |
| 15. |
Popa Chubby - Lookin' For One Kiss.mp3 |
5.66 Mb |
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Popa Chubby - Rain On My Mind.mp3 |
7.11 Mb |
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Artist: Taylor Swift
Song: Mean
You, with your words like knives,
And swards and weapons that you use against me.
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like a nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalk board, calling me out when I'm wounded.
You, picking on the weaker man,
You can take me down,
With just one single blow.
But you don't know,
What you don't know.
Someday I'll be living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?
You, with your switching sides,
And your wildfire lies, and your humiliation.
And you, have pointed out my flaws again.
As if I don't already see them.
I walk with me head down,
Trying to block you out, cause' I never impress you.
I just want to feel okay again.
I bet you got pushed around,
Somebody made you cold.
But the cycle ends right now.
Because you can't lead me down that road.
And you don't know,
What you don't know.
Someday I'll be living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday I'll be,
Big enough so you can't hit me.
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?
And I can see you years from now, in a bar,
Talking over a football game.
With that same big loud opinion,
But nobody's listenin'.
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things.
Drunken and bones and all about,
How I can't sing.
And all you are is mean.
All you are is mean,
And a liar,
And pathetic,
And alone in life.
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean!
But someday I'll be living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
YEAH EAH!
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?
Someday I'll be living in a big old city,
(Why you gotta be so mean)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
(Why you gotta be so mean)
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
(Why you gotta be so mean)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?
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