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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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Song Sawing On The Strings - Alison Krauss. Way back in the mountains. Way back in the hills. There used to live a mountaineer. They called him fiddlin' Will He could play 'most anything. And
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springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles. Ooh, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. . I love Paris every moment. Every moment of the year. I love Paris
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. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles. Ooh, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment. Every moment of the year. I love Paris. Why oh
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Song Paris - The 1975. She said hello, she was letting me know. We share friends in Soho. She's a pain in the nose. I'm a pain in women's clothes. You're a walking overdose in a great coat. And so
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All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?. . My
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The joy of the Lord will be my strength. I will not falter, I will not faint. He is my Shepherd, I am not afraid. The joy of the Lord is my strength The joy of the Lord. The joy of the Lord. The
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (while the orchestra plays like it or not, motorhead rummages on stage
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Dear, when you smiled at me, I heard a melody. It haunted me from the start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! went the strings of my heart. . Was like a breath of spring, I heard
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the moon. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise. . I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face-to-face
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All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?. . My
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All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?. . My
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All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?. . My
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All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?. . My
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All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?. . My
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All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?. . My
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?. . My
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (roy sings melody) All. Boooooh
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you can. Like the tell-tale marks of childbirth. A woman will hide from the eyes of a man. Oh - Paris I love you, I hate you. I cry but you do not grieve. For one of your lovers, you've so many others
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (jimmy carl, motorhead, roy & bunk are reunited by dons sentimental
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Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind. Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes. I lost your presence underneath the bridge Lock the door, let's talk it out. Against the wall, hands on my mouth
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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tiParis. arDido. alWhite Flag. Paris. Dido. Coming back from Paris on the train. I really didn't care if the journey took all day. Trying to turn the pages of my magazine. While trying to keep ahold
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to take care of yourself, 'cause I'm leaving. Yes, I'm leaving for Paris. . I pray you won't follow through the crooked streets behind me. I pray you won't follow, like so many who I've roamed
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to take care of yourself, 'cause I'm leaving. Yes, I'm leaving for Paris. . I pray you won't follow through the crooked streets behind me. I pray you won't follow, like so many who I've roamed
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to take care of yourself, 'cause I'm leaving. Yes, I'm leaving for Paris. . I pray you won't follow through the crooked streets behind me. I pray you won't follow, like so many who I've roamed
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The joy of the Lord will be my strength. I will not falter, I will not faint. He is my Shepherd, I am not afraid. The joy of the Lord is my strength The joy of the Lord. The joy of the Lord. The