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Boomerang love. By jimmy buffett. 1989. Hole in the wind behind the island. Big blue hole in the middle of my heart. I can't forget the time we spent together. I can't remember how long. Long
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. Jimmy Boyd. T. Connor (c) 1952. . I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus. Underneath the mistletoe last night. She didn't see me creep. Down the stairs to have a
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Sending the old man home. By jimmy buffett. 1979. They're sendin' the old man home. Back where the buffalo roam. Out in the pacific, they say he was the best. Now he's in his "civies", headin
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Pre-you. By jimmy buffett, ralph macdonald, william salter. 1988. I was standing in an elevator in san diego listening to two sailors talking. one had just returned from his honeymoon where he
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Lip service. By jimmy buffett, michael utley. 1981. For anyone who loves creole cookin' and new orleans music. Talk-a, talk-a, talk until your jaws turn blue. But you never really tell me what
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By jimmy buffett. 1980. For the gang at the fish house. Tuesday on the island. Not much goin' on. The parties are all over. They ended just past dawn The jungle drums are beating. With the
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Honey do. By jimmy buffett, michael utley. 1983. For hoagy carmichael. You never try to keep the wild ones home. But mister don't just sit there and wait. Go out on the town makin' all of the
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African friend. By jimmy buffett. 1978. Disembarking at duvalier airport. Seeking transportation to town. As the purple ink dried on his passport. He could still feel the eyes look around
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Pre-you. By jimmy buffett, ralph macdonald, william salter. 1988. I was standing in an elevator in san diego listening to two sailors talking. one had just returned from his honeymoon where he
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Lip service. By jimmy buffett, michael utley. 1981. For anyone who loves creole cookin' and new orleans music. Talk-a, talk-a, talk until your jaws turn blue. But you never really tell me what
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African friend. By jimmy buffett. 1978. Disembarking at duvalier airport. Seeking transportation to town. As the purple ink dried on his passport. He could still feel the eyes look around
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Jimmy Fallon with a British accent. Hello. Hello my name is Jimmy Fallon, and welcome to the auditions for Troll. Productions Inc. Remember, we're looking for a star or celebrity to sponsor our
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Jimmy was a small town kid. The only thing that he ever did. Was cross that south side railroad track. Annie was a small town girl. Wanted so bad to see the world. Get on a train and never look
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Title Jimmy Collins' Wake. Artist Dropkick Murphys. We've gathered here to bid adieu. Us Boston boys, alas are few. Some from crosstown some from the coast. To give our skipper one last toast
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Six string music. By jimmy buffett, G. E. Smith. 1994. Turn off the T. V. Turn off the *. Kick off your high heels. Climb up in my lap. . Chorus. And I'll play music. A song from me
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Bài hát Ready Set Go (feat. Capital Kings) - Royal Tailor, Capital Kings. Lived so long with my eyes on me. Too deaf to hear, too blind to see. Oh, broken hearts on the city streets but. I can hear
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Song Are You Ever Gonna Love Me? - Jimmy Wayne. Tell me what else can I do. Tell me what else can I say. The closer that I get to you. The further you push me away. Till I don't know where to go. And
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song Come To The Moon(Album Version) - Jimmy Buffett. There's a full earth tonight. And Mars is big and bright. And all our friends are flying in. It's such a lovely sight. Gravity never could
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Song Love In Decline(Album Version) - Jimmy Buffett. Left one in the drizzling rain. Found one on the morning plane. Leaving out his well-known line. Bought her some gin - that did her in. Now
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Dreamsicle. By jimmy buffett. 1979. Let me tell ya now. He sips, he quips. Dreams a lot about sailing ships. Wants to throw it all away. Wants to have it back someday. . Loves fool, sears
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Carnival world. By jimmy buffett, roger guth, jay oliver. 1989. My father always said that there's no free ride. Youve got to make a sacrifice. So many prophets on the lords side. Even your
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Johnny the fox he called to jimmy the weed. He said "hey man, I know your name". I seen you cruising with the low riders. Hanging out down on first street and main. . Tuned into and listen to
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Johnny the fox he called to jimmy the weed. He said "hey man, I know your name". I seen you cruising with the low riders. Hanging out down on first street and main. . Tuned into and listen to
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Seit Jimmy zu den Sternen ging steh' ich oft am Fenster. denk' an ihn. Ist sein Zimmer jetzt auch kalt und leer seine Träume sind noch immer hier;. hier sprach er oft mit dem Wind er war anders
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One particular harbour. By jimmy buffett, bobby holcomb. 1983. For marius skatelborough. Ia ora te natura. E mea arofa teie ao nei. Ia ora te natura. E mea arofa teie ao nei I know I don't get
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magic help?. Does everyone have a different take?. Do you seem real but I seem fake?. Does everyone get hypnotized by your fire?. So long, Jimmy, so long. Though you only stayed a moment,. We all know
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I'Ve passed this way before Jimmy Ruffin. . Life lends a crushing blow. And once again a heart is broken. And as history repeats itself. These few words are sadly spoken. . I've passed this
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Hey Jimmy where you going?. I don't know where I'm goin'. My Dad died, and he left me his degrees. My mom would always say "Dad, why don't you work?". But he just kept learning. All the other
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When salome plays the drum. By jimmy buffett. 1981. For salome, freddo and clauvis. When salome plays the drum. Crowd goes deaf and dumb. Swept up by dark sensations Partially the heat. More
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(Jimmy Cliff). . I've got a hard road to travel and a rough rough way to go. Said it's a hard road to travel and a rough rough way to go. But I can't turn back, my heart is fixed. My mind's made
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. She's got hot sweet potatoes and cracklin' bread. Ooh. And. Mulligan stew to turn Jimmy Buffett's head. Woo, black-eyed peas and them. Good ol' collard greens, wooo. You know. You know what. What
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By jimmy buffett, 1997. Sanders. Mr paperman, go home. Listen to me. Pretend you had a nightmare, and woke up. This island is a hoodoo, there's death in it, and this is just the beginning. Give
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When salome plays the drum. By jimmy buffett. 1981. For salome, freddo and clauvis. When salome plays the drum. Crowd goes deaf and dumb. Swept up by dark sensations Partially the heat. More