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Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the street of dreams. Dreams, broken in two. Can be made like new. On the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold. Is
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9-9-9. The police don't come. Here on easy street. All the boys in their blue suits. Are lying in the heat. You got no reaction. Coming down my hall. You had no attraction. For anyone at all
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9-9-9. The police don't come. Here on easy street. All the boys in their blue suits. Are lying in the heat. You got no reaction. Coming down my hall. You had no attraction. For anyone at all
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Bài hát Beasley Street - John Cooper Clarke. Far from crazy pavements - . the taste of silver spoons . A clinical arrangement . on a dirty afternoon . Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud . are rendered
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tiStreet Fighting Man. arRolling Stones. al40 Licks. offset500. Rolling Stones - Street Fighting Man. (M. Jagger/K. Richards). Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching,. Charging feet, boy. 'Cause
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someone thinks he's got a right. To say what's good for you So how do you know. That the man in the street don't care?. And why don't you care. When the man in the street don't know, anyway? I'm not a
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This girl is made of lipstick. Powder and paint. Sees the picture of herself. Every magazine on every shelf. This girl is maid of bond street. Hailing cabs, lunches with executives. Gleaming
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On the Street Where You Live Artist Andy Williams (peak Billboard position # 28 in 1964). Words and Music by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe. from the Broadway musical "My Fair Lady
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Turn on the radio, turn off the lights. We'll bring an end, darling, to your endless night. You're on the wrong side of the street I see your fortune in the lines in your face. I knew you're
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street They're dancing in Chicago. Down in New Orleans. In New York City All we need is music, sweet music. There'll be music everywhere. They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing. Dancing in the
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SongAustralia - Manic Street Preachers. I don't know if I'm tired. And I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now. It
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. And this hot little trio plays That's where we meet. That's where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous. In the club at the end of the street Ooh where we meet. Ooh where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous
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your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face, I'm looking for. On every street A ladykiller, regulation tattoo. Silver spurs on his heels. Says, what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
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ti. ar. al. Love On A Two Way Street. I found love on a two way street. And lost it on a lonely highway. Love on a two way street. And lost it on a lonely highway. True love will never die. So I\'ve
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ti. ar. al. Love On A Two Way Street. I found love on a two way street. And lost it on a lonely highway. Love on a two way street. And lost it on a lonely highway. True love will never die. So I\'ve
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we were walking on the wild side. Running down a one way street In the night, I see only the fire in your eyes. The morning light brings the shadows of your lies. And so the change has come today
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Now the houses are ghosts. Over Silver Street. They got 'em dressed up like clowns. Married couples slamming doors. Bums praising the Lord. You're playing tapes for the town. Now the