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sale. . Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply?. Who's prepared to pay the price, for a trip to paradise?. Love for sale. . Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way. I know every
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sale. . Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply?. Who's prepared to pay the price, for a trip to paradise?. Love for sale. . Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way. I know every
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I can't remember why I went away. But it's lookin' now like maybe I can stay. . The poets cried for dreams they never saw. The only certainty is nothin's sure. And most things stay the same. Or
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Lakes where all the poets went to die. I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you. Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry. I'm setting off, but not without my muse. Verse 2. What
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, Jim,. Those were different times. And the poets studied rows of verse, . And all the ladies rolled their eyes. Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane. Now, Jack, he is a banker, . And Jane, she is a clerk
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, Jim,. Those were different times. And the poets studied rows of verse, . And all the ladies rolled their eyes. Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane. Now, Jack, he is a banker, . And Jane, she is a clerk
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, Jim,. Those were different times. And the poets studied rows of verse, . And all the ladies rolled their eyes. Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane. Now, Jack, he is a banker, . And Jane, she is a clerk
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want to be known for my hits, not just my misses. I took a shot and didn't even come close. At trust and love and hope. And the poets are just kids who didn't make it. And never had it at all. And the
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want to be known for my hits, not just my misses. I took a shot and didn't even come close. At trust and love and hope. And the poets are just kids who didn't make it. And never had it at all. And the
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want to be known for my hits, not just my misses. I took a shot and didn't even come close. At trust and love and hope. And the poets are just kids who didn't make it. And never had it at all. And the
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different times. And the poets studied rules of verse. And all the ladies rolled there eyes. Sweet jane. Sweet jane. Sweet jane. . Now jack he is a banker. And jane she is a clerk. And they're both
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The poets say that all who love are blind. But I'm in love and I know what time it is. The good book says go seek and ye shall find. Well, I have sought and my what a climb it is My life is just
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bloom;. I'll love you till the clover has lost it's perfume. I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,. Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time. . Hold me close, never let me go
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climb the stairs?. Who would like to try my wares?. Love for Sale!. Let the poets fight for love in their childish ways. I know every type of love better far than they. If you want the thrill of love
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will buy?. Who would like to sample my supply?. Who's prepared to pay the price. For a trip to paradise?. Love for sale Let the poets pipe of love. In their childish way. I know every type of love
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(Einar A. Swan). . From ages to ages the poets and sages,. Of love glorious love always sing,. But ask any lover and you'll soon discover,. The heartaches that romance can bring,. . When
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(Einar A. Swan). . From ages to ages the poets and sages,. Of love glorious love always sing,. But ask any lover and you'll soon discover,. The heartaches that romance can bring,. . When
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. So how many now truthfully swear. That they do no evil, see no wrong. The ad-mass agents, the writers of song. The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers. Clouding an issue that was never quite
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Verse 1. You left your typewriter at my apartment. Straight from the tortured poets department. I think some things I never say. "Like who uses typewriters anyway?". But you're in self-sabotage mode
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Verse 1. You left your typewriter at my apartment. Straight from the tortured poets department. I think some things I never say. "Like who uses typewriters anyway?". But you're in self-sabotage mode
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soul is no more Yeah. That was in the beginnin'. As the story goes on. So - The poets got a proposal. he would always hope but never know. what it feels. to be free. He would be the frozen
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, who will buy?. Who would like to sample my supply?. Who's prepared to pay the price. For a trip to paradise?. Love for sale Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way. I know every type of
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. Where I'd heard the music years before. But the man there said the music woudn't play. . And in the streets the children screamed. The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken
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thing worthwhile. Then there'll be music for everyone. And the whole world will smile. . In the willow tree. Made for you and me. There's a silver symphony of birds. When the poets rhyme. In the
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clover has lost its perfume. I'll love you 'til the poets run out of rhyme. Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time
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you 'til the poets run out of rhyme. Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time
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love you till the poets run out of rhyme,. Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time. . Hold me close, never let me go. Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow. . I'll love you
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love you till the poets run out of rhyme,. Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time. . Hold me close, never let me go. Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow. . I'll love you
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Bài hát Letting Go - Ryan Horne. I remember back in Tennessee. Living in the country where the poets dream. When I met you. We got caught up in the pouring rain. Wormed up our body by the burning
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You had the blue note sapphire eyes. To back up all those gazes. To pierce my guard and to take my soul off to faraway places. Told me I'll never be alone. 'Cause you're right there. We took a gamble
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, Jim,. Those were different times. And the poets studied rows of verse, . And all the ladies rolled their eyes. Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane. Now, Jack, he is a banker, . And Jane, she is a clerk
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want to be known for my hits, not just my misses. I took a shot and didn't even come close. At trust and love and hope. And the poets are just kids who didn't make it. And never had it at all. And the
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want to be known for my hits, not just my misses. I took a shot and didn't even come close. At trust and love and hope. And the poets are just kids who didn't make it. And never had it at all. And the
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poets studied rules of verse. And all the ladies rolled their eyes Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane Now Jack, he is a banker. And Jane, she is a clerk. And they're both saving up all their money