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We met as soulmates. On Parris Inland. We left as inmates. From an asylum. And we were sharp. As sharp as knives. And we were so gung. ho to lay down our lives We came in *. Like tameless hors
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Didn't I say. I wasn't ready for a romance. Didn't we promise. We would only be friends And so we danced. Though it was only a slow dance. I started breaking my promises. Right there and then Di
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You see her sitting with her coffee and her paper. With her high top sneakers of italian design. With a long cool stare she aggravates the tension. Makes up her face while she makes up her mind Now
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We met as soulmates. On Parris Inland. We left as inmates. From an asylum. And we were sharp. As sharp as knives. And we were so gung. ho to lay down our lives We came in *. Like tameless hors
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Well, you went uptown riding in your limousine. With your fine Park Avenue clothes. You had the Dom Perignon in your hand. And the spoon up your nose. And when you wake up in the morning. With yo
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Well we all have a face. That we hide away forever. And we take them out and. Show ourselves. When everyone has gone. Some are satin some are steel. Some are silk and some are leather. They're the fac
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Saturday night and you're still hangin' around. Tired of living in your one horse town. You'd like to find a little hole in the ground. For awhile So you go to the village in your tie dyed jeans.
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Hey Lord, take a look all around. And I'd a-find where my baby's gonna be. Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight. 'Cause she is far across the sea. Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonigh
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She cuts you once, she cuts you twice. But still you believe. The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood. But you don't have strength to leave. You've been bought, you've been sold. You've bee
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"odoya"was recorded at the djvari monastary in tbilisi, georgia, ussr. this piece is performed by the goergian singers of the ussr "zhournalist". ?david abedzadze ?yosif zurabauli ?nugree gamtjebeli
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Take the blame, I'll take the shame. Clear the passion from my name. Even if you tried, I felt the same Forgive me while I forget you. Forgive me while I forget you. Forgive me while I forget you.
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Saturday night and you're still hangin' around. Tired of living in your one horse town. You'd like to find a little hole in the ground,. For awhile. So you go to the village in your tie dyed jeans
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Streetlife serenader. Never sang on stages. Needs no orchestration. Melody comes easy Midnight masquerader. Shoppin' center heroes. Child of Eisenhower. New world celebrator Streetlife serenader
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I am the entertainer. And I know just where I stand. Another serenader. And another long-haired band. Today I am your champion. I may have won your hearts. But I know the game, you'll forget my
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Saturday night and you're still hangin' around. Tired of living in your one horse town. You'd like to find a little hole in the ground. For awhile So you go to the village in your tie dyed jeans.
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You don't have to talk all night. I'm a man who can't say no. You don't have to twist my arm. Just point me where you want to go Take me to the action. Take me to the track. Take me to a party if
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We met as soul-mates. On Parris Island. We left as inmates. From an asylum. And we were sharp.
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They say it takes a lot to keep a love alive. In every heart there pumps a different beat. . But if we shift the rhythm into overdrive,. We could generate a lot of heat. . Chorus. On 52nd Stree
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Well, you went uptown ridin' in your limousine. With your fine Park Avenue clothes. You had the Dom Perignon in your hand. And the spoon up your nose. Ooh, and when you wake up in the mornin'. Wi
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Well, you went uptown ridin' in your limousine. With your fine Park Avenue clothes. You had the Dom Perignon in your hand. And the spoon up your nose. Ooh, and when you wake up in the mornin'. Wi
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Streetlife serenader. Never sang on stages. Needs no orchestration. Melody comes easy. . Midnight masquerader. Shoppin' center heroes. Child of Eisenhower. New world celebrator. . Streetlife
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This back-breakin', bone-shakin', belly-achin', hard-workin'. Two more hours to go. Yes, it's keeping me alive doin' nine to five. And I ain't got nothin to show. Pretty soon I'll be leavin'. Wit
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You see her sitting with her coffee and her paper. With her high top sneakers of italian design. With a long cool stare she aggravates the tension. Makes up her face while she makes up her mind Now