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That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine. That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. The same old tingle
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That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine. That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. The same old tingle
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That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine. The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. . The same old
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If the heart is so cold. If there is no light. I can be the one. If the heart is cold. If the blood runs hot. Let there be an end. Let there be no one. Who can be the light. Where you go i won
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1, 2, 3 Oh if this old house could talk. What a story it would tell. It would tell about the good times. And the bad times as well. It would tell about the love that lived. And died inside these
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throw back. Another old hat act. Well, I can't help that's who I am I guess I'm just old school. I love makin' music you can dance to. It may not sound like the latest trend Never been on a TV show
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Scoobley-doo-bee-doo. Be-doo-be-doo-be-doo-be-doo. Wouldn't anybody care to meet a sweet old-fashioned girl?. Scoobley-dah-doo-bee-dum. Wouldn't anybody care about a sweet old-fashioned pearl
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Song Good Old Desk - Harry Nilsson. My old desk doesn't arabesque, . In the morning when I first arrive. It's a pleasure to see it's waiting there for me. To keep my hopes alive. Such a comfort to
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Scoobley-doo-bee-doo. Be-doo-be-doo-be-doo-be-doo. Wouldn't anybody care to meet a sweet old-fashioned girl?. Scoobley-dah-doo-bee-dum. Wouldn't anybody care about a sweet old-fashioned pearl
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Ohwah, ohwah, ah ah ah ah. Ohwah, ohwah, ah My old desk doesn't arabesque. In the morning when I first arrive. It's a pleasure to see. It's waiting there for me. To keep my hopes alive Such a
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That old black magic. Has me in it's spell. That old black magic. That you weave so well. . Those icy fingers. Up and down my spine. The same old witchcraft. When your eyes meet mine. I love
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That old black magic. Has me in it's spell. That old black magic. That you weave so well. . Those icy fingers. Up and down my spine. The same old witchcraft. When your eyes meet mine. I love
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Bài hát Old Pine - Ben Howard. Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags,. I've come to know that memories. Were the best things you ever had. The summer shone beat down on bony backs. So far
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Bài hát Old Pine - Ben Howard. Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags,. I've come to know that memories. Were the best things you ever had. The summer shone beat down on bony backs. So far
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Never Grow Old - The Cranberries . Artist The Cranberries . Album Miscellaneous . Genre Rock . Songwriters Dolores O'riordan . . I had a dream, strange it may seems . It was my perfect day . Open my
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Standin' at the crossroads, baby. Same old crossroads. Same old crossroads, yeah
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So much farther off than time could reach. Today it would be too late. So much despair he has bled. But will he wither away. No one knows that you must keep. This Old Man wide awake. 'cause the
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old & is it new. . Tooralooralooraloo. Tooralooralooraloo. Tooralooralooraloo. Is it old & is it new. . Long ago and far away. Do I miss you I cant say. I remember your green eyes. And I won
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old & is it new. . Tooralooralooraloo. Tooralooralooraloo. Tooralooralooraloo. Is it old & is it new. . Long ago and far away. Do I miss you I cant say. I remember your green eyes. And I won
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All the strangers that we've seen tonight. Does it seem absurd?. You can never say you've seen the light. You're something special. A prophet to let for for world. You're some old girl. You're
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So much farther off than time could reach. Today it would be too late. So much despair he has bled. But will he wither away. No one knows that you must keep. This Old Man wide awake. 'cause the