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the sea. He could think of nothing but her name Elise. God is the sweat running down his back. The water soaked her blonde hair black It's a perfect day. A perfect day, Elise He got burned by the
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( c. berry ) I'm gonna write a little letter. Gonna mail it to my local dj. Yeah, it's a rockin' little record. I want my jockey to play. Roll over beethoven, I gotta hear it again today You
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Well I'm a write a little letter gonna mail it to my local DJ. Yes it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven I gotta hear it again today. You know my temperature's
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Bleib' dir treu. Niemals auseinandergeh'h. Werden zueinandersteh'n. Fur immer Keine macht. Wird uns jemals trennen. Werde wie ein tier drum kampfen. Du lernst mich kennen! Denn freunde geh'n
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Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local d. j. It's a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over beethoven, gotta hear it again today My temperature's risin, the juke
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Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local d. j. It's a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over beethoven, gotta hear it again today My temperature's risin, the juke
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Bài hát Für mich soll's rote Rosen regnen - Wencke Myhre. Für mich sollts rote Rosen regnen. Mir sollten sämtliche Wunder begegnen. Die Welt sollte sich umgestalten. Und ihre Sorgen für sich
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Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you say. I just can't stay here every yesterday. Like keep on acting out the same. The way we act out. Every way to smile. Forget. And make-believe we never
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Well I'm a write a little letter gonna mail it to my local DJ. Yes it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven I gotta hear it again today. You know my temperature's
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I'm gonna write a little letter,. Gonna mail it to my local dj. It's a rockin' rhythm record. I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today. . You know, my
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tiDear Rosemary. arFoo Fighters. alWasting Light. Foo Fighters - Dear Rosemary. You got away, got away, got away from me. Now get away, get away, get away from me. I couldn't grow just living in the
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Song Rosemary - Brian Fallon. I heard you say you don't feel right. Somethin' must've changed inside. She said, I still love the bands . and the boy down the street. But everybody else gives me the
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Love makes me treat you the way that I do. Baby, ain't I good to you. Nothing in this world too good for a girl so good and true. Whoa, baby, ain't I good to you I bought you a fur coat for
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Love makes me treat you the way that I do. Baby, ain't I good to you. Nothing in this world too good for a girl so good and true. Whoa, baby, ain't I good to you I bought you a fur coat for
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