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tiWednesday Morning, 3 a. m. arSimon & Garfunkel. al. Wednesday Morning, 3 a. m. 213. by Simon & Garfunkel. Words and Music by Paul Simon. From the 1964 album "WEDNESDAY MORNING. 3AM". © 1964
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Deep, deep, deep down low, low, low. Deep, deep, deep down low, low, low. Yo, drop that ass, down low, low, low. Deep, deep, deep down low, low, low. Yo, drop that ass, deep down low. Drop that, drop
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around me. Is the current of Thy love. Leading onward, leading homeward. To Thy glorious rest above!. O the deep, deep love of Jesus. Spread His praise from shore to shore. How He loveth, ever loveth
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stay here, can't get away. Get away from Harlem. . Deep, deep in the heart of Harlem. So deep, so deep, so deep. In the heart of Harlem
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new baby back from Kosovo. That was nearly seven years ago. He cried all night. Could not sleep. His eyes were bright, dark and deep. Beautiful.
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new baby back from Kosovo. That was nearly seven years ago. He cried all night. Could not sleep. His eyes were bright, dark and deep. Beautiful.
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, se? Ora. Please don't turn your eyes from me. Your son, gone to god, and mine to blame. My fated son,. He too is gone. The state will see to that, I am sure, se? Ora. The state will see to that
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He was a most peculiar man. That's what Mrs. Reardon says. And she should know. She lived upstairs from him. She said he was a most peculiar man. . He was a most peculiar man. He lived all
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Black night is not right,. I don't feel so bright,. I don't care to sit tight. Maybe I'll find on the way down the line. That I'm free, free to be me. Black night is a long way from home. I
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tiI am a rock. arPaul Simon. A winter's day. In a deep and dark December;. I am alone,. Gazing from my window to the streets below. On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock,. I am an
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tiI am a rock. arPaul Simon. A winter's day. In a deep and dark December;. I am alone,. Gazing from my window to the streets below. On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock,. I am an
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Yeah {Ooh}. Tell me how you like it {I like it deep}. You want me to go a lil' deeper {Yes papi}. Ah, yeah {Yes} Let me go deep, deep, deep, deep. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah). Wanna go deep
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, se? Ora. Please don't turn your eyes from me. Your son, gone to god, and mine to blame. My fated son,. He too is gone. The state will see to that, I am sure, se? Ora. The state will see to that
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. You're in 2 deep. And she seh, "Baby please". And you're weak in the knees and kick off and release. You're in 2 deep Then you hear from the streets. Seh she full of disease and you start to sneeze
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Mmm mmm mm mm. Oh yeah. Baby baby I ease the pain. Could see us in our holy faith. But one day we changed I. Dreamed from big in a face. I'm already so tired to carry water open for the other
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Summer deep is in the hills again. His lady is a lioness. Winds of birds blow through the fields again. Invaders from the true worlds. A coat of grapes is on my back again. I ride upon my zebra
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Summer deep is in the hills again. His lady is a lioness. Winds of birds blow through the fields again. Invaders from the true worlds. A coat of grapes is on my back again. I ride upon my zebra
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tiLise. arEmilie Simon. alEmilie Simon. by . Q 654205336. Lise. Lise prend des airs. qui déstabilisent. les valises de Lise. sont pleines d'air. Que veux-tu que je lui dise. elle fait tout de travers
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he sinks a burning knife deep. Can't touch the bottom. In too deep, yeah, uh huh, can't touch the bottom. In too deep. . On the edge of a christmas clean love. Young virgin from heaven, visiting
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he sinks a burning knife deep. Can't touch the bottom. In too deep, yeah, uh huh, can't touch the bottom. In too deep. . On the edge of a christmas clean love. Young virgin from heaven, visiting
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he sinks a burning knife deep. Can't touch the bottom. In too deep, yeah, uh huh, can't touch the bottom. In too deep. . On the edge of a christmas clean love. Young virgin from heaven, visiting
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tiHow Deep Is the Ocean. arBarry Manilow. alThe Greatest Love Songs of All Time. Barry Manilow - How Deep Is the Ocean. How much do I love you?. Ill tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean?. How high
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tiHow Deep Is the Ocean. arBarry Manilow. alThe Greatest Love Songs of All Time. Barry Manilow - How Deep Is the Ocean. How much do I love you?. Ill tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean?. How high
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tiAmeric. arPaul Simon. "Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together". "I've got some real estate here in my bag". So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies. And we walked off to
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tiMrs. Robinson. arPaul Simon. And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo). God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray
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Words & music by paul simon. . Slip slidin' away. Slip slidin' away. You know the nearer your destination. The more you're slip slidin' away. . I know a man. He came from my home town. He
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Song How Can You Live in the Northeast? - Paul Simon. We heard the fireworks. Rushed out to watch the sky. Happy-go-lucky, Fourth of July. How can you live in the Northeast?. How can you live in the
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shines from within. It's what you wearing under your skin. Your perfect imperfections. Led you in the wrong direction. And made you think that you are incomplete. But looks are all your skin deep. From the
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So deep is the night. No Moon tonight. No friendly star. To guide me with it's light. . Be still my heart. Silent lest my love should be returning. From the world, far apart. . So deep is
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tiDernier Lit. arEmilie Simon. alEmilie Simon. Dernier Lit. by . Allongée sur son lit reveuse elle sourit. la vieille dame jadis aguicheuse perd la vie. sûr ce soir c'est son dernier lit. Demain
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There's a place at the edge of the sky. Where there's a love deep as it is wide. The weak are strong, the hungry are all fed. And there's a breeze from the angels flying overhead. Oh yeah And