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thunes (bass). Chad wackerman (drums) City of tiny lites. Don't you wanna go. Hear the tiny auto horns. When they tiny blow. Tiny lightnin'. In the storm. Tiny blankets. Gonna keep you warm. Tiny
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---- -- ---- ------. . City of tiny lites. Don't you wanna go. Hear the tiny auto horns. When they tiny blow. Tiny lightin'. In the storm. Tiny blankets. Keep you warm. Tiny pillows. Tiny
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kind of love, it gets better every day. Crazy colors in the grey, our love. Tiny love, it's a tiny love. My life was dull. I used to walk in a different way. But now I'm dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin
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Tiny heart stuck inside yourself. When will you open up for me. I love you so and want to meet you again. Before one of us must go Your lips touched every hand but mine. If you choose me I'm
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Tiny heart stuck inside yourself. When will you open up for me. I love you so and want to meet you again. Before one of us must go Your lips touched every hand but mine. If you choose me I'm
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If you're part of my love, don't leave home tonight. While we're sleeping we can learn to see that All the world's a tiny bubble floating inside. Those of us who notice are expected to hide. All
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me. Tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street. Handin' tickets out for God. Turnin' back, she just laughs. The boulevard is not that bad Piano man, he makes his stand. In the
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. If something goes wrong Tiny steps, almost real. Tiny fingers you almost feel. Make her walk or make her kneel. Oh, she's almost human beneath that Cuban heel Who's that down at the bottom of the
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Bài hát Tiny Dancer - Elton John. Blue jean baby, L. A. lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand. And
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thing. I close my eyes and I realize. All I really need is the love I have. And the love I have to give. Anything else there is, is insignificant. In this tiny life Wheels hit the runways, Mondays
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And you feel like such a know-it-all. When you only want just a tiny girl. And you hope she'll sing So you turn around. Toward the tiny girls. Who have got no tricks. Who have got no past Yeah
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grey teen-age sheets. In that little room with the psychedelic posters. And the red bulb. And the incense. And your bead collection. And your country song round up books. And you cry your tiny sick
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walls. Each year one short fall of. . Tiny voices, make things harder. Everybody will be let down. Everybody will be let down. . What is this for ex-parking lot. The dreamers go buy they never
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wish we could be holding hands. ♪. How do you think it goes with those tiny little bows?. You're the one I want, you're the one I know. And everywhere you are is a place I wanna go. Dancing really high
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