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Le-Leah, Leah, Le-Leah, Leah. Here I go. From the hut to the boat to the sea. For Leah Ah-hah I gotta go diving in the bay. Gotta get a lot of oysters find some pearls today. To make a pretty
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Dine-Weller A bag of nerves. I seem to suppress. Alien of being. Not known to duress. Moonshine, moonshine. There's something in the hills I cannot posses. As dark as sunday. We're woven again
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Le-Leah, Leah, Le-Leah, Leah. Here I go. From the hut to the boat to the sea. For Leah Ah-hah I gotta go diving in the bay. Gotta get a lot of oysters find some pearls today. To make a pretty
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Did you see her walking?. Did she come around here, sir?. Black hair, brown eyes. My beautiful Leah She was always so needing. Said, "I have no one". Even as I held her. She went out looking
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Bài hát On My Way - Bunt. , Leah Haywood. Well I've been roaming way too long. I've been singing the same old song. Withough ya ×2. And I've been chasing the sun too long. I need ya ×2. I tell my
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Dine-Weller There's twelve steps to Eddie Cochran baby. Two flowers growing through. The pavement crack. Wish I was purple but I'm red instead. Catch a ride it's so pure. And fresh and clean
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AMONGST BUTTERFLIES - Paul Weller. . The sunny sand we ran along. Everyday began upon. The summer's kiss of love and adventure. . And every dune that we fell into. Left a mark upon us too
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Bài hát R. I. P (Rita Ora Cover) - Leah McFall. R. I. P. to the girl you used to see . Her days are over, baby she's over . I decided to give you all of me . Baby come closer, baby come closer Sexy
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Dine-Weller Two fat ladies at my door'. Over the hills and far much more. Seeking the teats of mother and child. Some marked bitter, others mild. Two fat ladies click, click, cock. I've gone too
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AMONGST BUTTERFLIES - Paul Weller. . The sunny sand we ran along. Everyday began upon. The summer's kiss of love and adventure. . And every dune that we fell into. Left a mark upon us too
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Uh huh oh yeh - Paul Weller. . I took a trip down boundry lane. Try an' find myself again. At least a part I left somewhere. Buried under a hedgrow near. . A lazy bridge on a hot afternoon
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Uh huh oh yeh - Paul Weller. . I took a trip down boundry lane. Try an' find myself again. At least a part I left somewhere. Buried under a hedgrow near. . A lazy bridge on a hot afternoon
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