thought that I'd be touching you, loving you And all the lost and lonely nights were so hard Without you Everybody wants somebody I want you by my side Everybody
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fools herself that she's not alone Everybody wants to be like you When it all boils down and all this ends You turn around and you got no friends Everybody
(rise) Don't be afraid to try (try) Too many of us died to the door to open wide My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize Though everybody dies
to sleep Tell me, who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? [Verse One: 2Pac] I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin Plus everybody
So we can slam dance in heaven, it's iron After years of research these scientists couldn't figure How I acted like an ape, but evolved from a sinner
floor and your one good eye is stuck at your back door like an open fire with an open wind love will pull you down and everybody wants someone and everybody wants somewhere and everybody
your team is butter new Top talent critics is sayin Waterloo Ali have the chickens, sayin what a cure bastard Urban wolves got the game mastered And everybody
er moot do weg. Ha jing Zijarette hole und kohm nie zorock. Su wie `nem Flu?, damm et ejal ess, wohin, laht ha sich drieve, ohne Ziel und Sinn. Everybody
dovon sinn dir unbekannt Minsche, die jeledde hann, ejal wie risch un beruhmp. Paar fur die Ewigkeit, paar widder lang anonym. Everybody?s a dreamer and everybody
er mu? da weg. Er ging Zigaretten holen und kahm nie zuruck. So wie einem Flu?, dem es egal ist, wohin, la?t er sich treiben, ohne Ziel und Sinn. Everybody
[Chorus] I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife. I might burn like a sinner if they take my life, but it's
get this bitch undressed She like a new toy straight up out the wrapper Thinkin bout the situation got the butterflies Im laughin like a hyena and no she aint shy neither Everybody
folks what to do You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you It's chapter this
like a malady Can somebody give me the cure? Just let me be your fantasised Sinner on the dancefloor Hey hey-ey-ey-ey All OK K-k-keep me sexified I'm your sinner
angel on the ground, like a symphony without a sound. Turn around. Everything you are. Everywhere you've been. The sinner and the saint that fight the battle within. Everyplace you go. Everybody
it's like any other job would be so you might as well thank God for me But isn't it amazing, how the antenna ain't nothing but a sinner You just can't
