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Phineas, what do you think of the City of Love?. Phineas I wish it was the City of Airplane Parts. Isabella Oh, you're just too stressed. You should take . a moment to relax and enjoy it. We could
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Oh, the trees grow higher than the mountain. In the land of free love and goodbye. The rivers ever growin' the fish is flowin'. And the love lives in the sky In the night flies a team of white
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Lipstick killers of London Town. The street-beat cool of New York City. The cat walks in Gay Paree'. Struttin'through towns without pity. Nighstalkers/We are the streetwalkers. Just you and me/A menace
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6 A. M. and Bobby's waking up. Rolls out of bed with sleepy eyes. Goes to his sister's room across the hall. Hey Daisy, rise and shine He pours 2 bowls full of Captain Crunch. And puts a fresh
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Thomas Moore, Nina Simone. . 'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh. To reflect back
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The way she walks, the way she talks. How long can I pretend?. Oh, I can't help it, I'm in love. With the girl of my best friend Her lovely hair, her skin so fair. I could go on and never end
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It's not the pale moon that excites me. That thrills and delights me, oh no. It's just the nearness of you It isn't your sweet conversation. That brings this sensation, no, no, no, no, no. It's
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belong. . What have you got. What do you need (from me now). What do you think. There's no difference between me and you. . Hey!. What's on top of the world when you get there. What's on top of
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. And knocking on doors. And I was not scared. I just enjoyed the sights. Kept myself to myself There I was. Sitting on the roof of the world. There I was. There I was. Not knowing how I got there
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. And knocking on doors. And I was not scared. I just enjoyed the sights. Kept myself to myself There I was. Sitting on the roof of the world. There I was. There I was. Not knowing how I got there
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The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee. (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun. by the men who moil for gold. The arctic trails have their secret
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The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee. (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun. by the men who moil for gold. The arctic trails have their secret
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You're on top of the world. You're on top of the world. And you can't get any higher. You're on top of the world. You're on top of the world tonight It wasn't easy, it was hard as hell. You
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I can do most anything a man can do. I can hold my liquor with the best of you. Even take your money in a game of pool. Yeah, I'd kick your butt, if I wanted to And I don't mind when people cuss
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Bài hát The Rest Of My Life - Johnny Reid. Look at you, you're so beautiful. You make me believe in forever. And i promise you this, from here to where ever forever is. I will love you for the rest
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, life is a blur. Slave of my love, of my emotions. You're in my eyes, you're in my heart. One kiss, one heart, in time, a kiss, the moment, is mine. I close my eyes, I breathe. I'm Queen of the world of
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Will you be my lover,. For sake, and all others?. Will you be my, my man?. And I will be your girl,. Even til the end of the world. . E-Even til the end of the world (world). E-Even til the
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Will you be my lover,. For sake, and all others?. Will you be my, my man?. And I will be your girl,. Even til the end of the world. . E-Even til the end of the world (world). E-Even til the
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In the misty morning, on the edge of time. We've lost the rising sun, a final sign. As the misty morning rolls away to die. Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky. We sailed across the air
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In the misty morning, on the edge of time. We've lost the rising sun, a final sign. As the misty morning rolls away to die. Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky. We sailed across the air
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In the misty morning, on the edge of time. We've lost the rising sun, a final sign. As the misty morning rolls away to die. Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky. We sailed across the air
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). Don Preston (electric piano). Arthur Tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy Carl Black (drums). Members of The BBC Symphony Orchestra (The trio protests the interruption, to which Don responds that
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan "House Of The Rising Sun". There is a house down in new orleans. They call the risin' sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl. And me, oh god, i'm a-one. My mother was a
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One summer day, she went away. Gone and left me, she's gone to stay. She's gone, but I don't worry,. I'm sittin' on top of the world. All the summer, worked on this farm. Had to take Christmas
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I see the crystal raindrops fall . And the beauty of it all is when the sun comes shining through . To make those rainbows in my mind when I think of you sometime . And I want to spend some time with
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can follow me if you want. Go downtown with the drugs in your body. Take that step you're the life of the party. Know that step you're the life of the party. . I got 2 little ladies. I got 1
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And in the middle of the night. I may watch you go. There'll be no value in the strength. Of walls that I have grown. There'll be no comfort in the shade. Of the shadows thrown. But I'd be yours if
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heart says go. She lets the bright lights guide her. Through the rain and the drivin' snow. And where they come from she don't know She's a child of the wild blue yonder. Flying out of here. She's a
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heart says go. She lets the bright lights guide her. Through the rain and the drivin' snow. And where they come from she don't know She's a child of the wild blue yonder. Flying out of here. She's a
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. With joyful ring, all caroling One seems to hear words of good cheer. From everywhere, filling the air. O, how they pound, raising the sound. Over hill and dale, telling their tale Gaily they ring
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Somethin real smooth. Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll get into the groove. Power of God move. Somethin real smooth. Somethin you need to take heed to A base head cleaned up his act. He stopped smokin
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hurt so good. So nice of you to speak of me. Your closest friend and enemy. An only savior of masochists. Well it's the dead end slave. From the alter to the grave. It's the last days of our