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“Baby you're the only thing in this whole world That's pure and good and right And wherever you are and wherever you go There's always gonna be some light”

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Meat Loaf
Meat Loaf

Meat Loaf, born Michael Lee Aday, is an American singer, songwriter, and actor. Known for his powerful voice and dramatic stage presence, he is one of the iconic figures of rock music from the 1970s and 1980s. Meat Loaf's music blends elements of rock, pop, and opera, with his most notable works including 'Bat Out of Hell' and 'Paradise by the Dashboard Light'. more

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