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, The Way I Rock, The Way I Rock, The Way I Rock, The Way I Rock, The Way I Rock . The Way I Roll With It . The Way I Rock With It . The Way I Rock With King Of Pop None Stop With It . The Way I Rock The
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My last kiss. Held my hand. Just smoked a little touching me. And now you're walkin' out the door. No broken china. On the floor by the couch. No hollow tic to tac. To put you on the out
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lovers and I'm your king just now and then. And I believe you've got the best of me again. Yes, your the queen of sometime lovers. And I'm your king just now and then. Yes, I believe you've got the best of
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The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on. The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn. The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same. The difference between us is a
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their song. With joyful ring. All caroling. One seems to hear. Words of good cheer. From ev'rywhere. Filling the air Oh how they pound,. Raising the sound,. O'er hill and dale,. Telling their
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Work all the summer and all the fall. Just trying to find my little Lenore. But now she's gone, and I don't worry. 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world One summer day when she went away. Just
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Bài hát 8 X 10 - Bill Anderson. (8 by 10, 8 by 10). All that's left of our old love now is just your picture, 8 by 10. (A souvenir of things that might have been). (My lonely world is only 8 by 10
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, speed on and on. Kill the king. Tear him down. Kill the king. Strike him down. . Power, power it happens every day. Power, devour all along the way. Oh no, move me out of harm. I need a spell and
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you. The king piece in the chess game, to checkmate you Yo, we can battle in front of the castle, I'll disgrace you. I roast you, I burn you, I bake you. I cremate you, I motherfuckin' hate you. The
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Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of
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By the light of the lamp I sit to type. My notes on tab at my side. I don't see the sun much these days,. A fluorescent tan covers my hide. How much impact shall I have this time?. My goal today
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It is he. Christ who is born today. Hear him crying. In the manger King of Heaven. Son of God. Alleluia, Alleluia. There he lies There with the lambkin. Only swaddle for his garment. With his
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Well. One for all, and all for one. And all we want is to have some fun. But squares beware of our property. Yeah. If you're lookin' to rumble, you're lookin' at me. Cause I'm the King. King
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Christine. In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me. And speaks my name. And do I dream again?. For now I find. The Phantom of the Opera is there. Inside my
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case. I still do it. I still lay on the half of the bed. (pause) We used to sneak in. . . Man 2 Still haven't seen the doctor I was seein'; there's been blood for the last, eh, forty-eight hours
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Bled the line tonight. fading as the lies lay weeping on the page. nothing was saved. falling at the sight. photographs of white bright grin and sunny days. and all was betrayed and i think i
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A vagabond dreamer, a rhymer and singer of songs. Singing to no one and nowhere to really belong. I met a beautiful lady, a pure Southern belle of the ball. Like Scarlet O'Hara loved no one but
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A vagabond dreamer, a rhymer and singer of songs. Singing to no one and nowhere to really belong. I met a beautiful lady, a pure Southern belle of the ball. Like Scarlet O'Hara loved no one but
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. At the end of a song At the end of a song, there's no one. After the last note is played. Only the memory stays. Then even that fades away And there's nothing so hard. As convincing your heart
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worth the chase, you put it on. It's alright, I'm not dangerous. When you're mine, I'll be generous. You're irreplaceable. A collectible, just like fine china. Favorite, you're my favorite. It's like all
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Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom. Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye" Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen. Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye We didn't start the fire
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Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom. Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye" Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen. Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye We didn't start the fire
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the animus . They bring out the man in us . I’m the king of the kill it’s unanimous . I’m slittin your throat, red matches your coat . The brave and the free they will band with us . From NY to Boston
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Bài hát Lemon Tree (The Voice Of China Season 4) - Will Jay. I'm sitting here in the boring room . It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon . I'm wasting my time . I got nothing to do . I'm hanging
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Mang sơ mi đóng thùng. Và anh cắp sách bước tới trường. Mọi thứ cứ thế tiếp tục. Và cũng không có thấy bất thường. Cứ thế ngậm thìa vàng cũng đã hai mươi mốt năm. Mama giờ đã già và cần thêm người
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Song September In The Rain . Singer Rod Stewart. The leaves of brown came tumbling down. Remember, in september in the rain. The sun went out just like a dying ember. In september in the rain. To
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Song September In The Rain . Singer Rod Stewart. The leaves of brown came tumbling down. Remember, in september in the rain. The sun went out just like a dying ember. In september in the rain. To
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Song September In The Rain . Singer Rod Stewart. The leaves of brown came tumbling down. Remember, in september in the rain. The sun went out just like a dying ember. In september in the rain. To
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wind whistling 'round your throne And I know it wears you down so slowly. You chased me all around just to show me. That your head is hanging down. From the weight of your own crown. You're a king
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In the misty morning, on the edge of time. We've lost the rising sun, a final sign. As the misty morning rolls away to die. Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky. We sailed across the air
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. Senators, congressmen, puppets on a string. Among the windswept vagabonds Steam Train was the king. The last of the hobo kings, the last of the hobo kings. . Now bums just drink and wander round. Tramps
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tenement coming alive. Another working day I've gotta survive. Fighting the foreman from 8 30 till 5. To make a dollar so I can live. In the heart of Harlem. . I pitch and kick and. Get my feelings
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The night is still. And the frost it bites my face. I wear my silence like a mask. And murmur like a ghost. "Trick or Treat". "Trick or Treat". The bitter and the sweet. The carefree days
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,. Corners where we selling rocks,. Afrika bambaataa *,. Home of the hip hop,. Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back,. For foreigners it aint fitted they forgot how to act,. 8 million stories
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Stars in your eyes, little one. Where do you go to dream. To a place, we all know. The land of make believe Shadows, tapping at your window. Ghostly voices whisper will you come and play. Not