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drum of drums. It is the song of songs Once I had the rarest rose. That ever deigned to bloom. Cruel winter chilled the bud. And stole my flower too soon Oh, loneliness, oh, hopelessness. To search
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I can stand beside. Ideals I think are right. And I can stand beside. The idea to stand and fight I do believe. Theres a dream for everyone. This is our country There's room enough here. For
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. That both of us can't share. Love, don't you despair. ------------------------------------------------------------------------. Published by 1974 F. S. Music Ltd. (Prs) &. Freedom Songs Ltd. (Prs
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Bài hát With Ur Love (Teka & SoulForce Reggae Remix) - Cher Lloyd, Mike Posner. Cher Lloyd. Baby you the best cause you worked me out. I keep building walls up but you tear 'em down. I'm fighting I
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Song Country Must Be Country Wide . Singer Brantley Gilbert. I grew up south of . the Mason Dixon. Working spitting hunting and fishing. Stone cold country . by the grace of God. I was gasing up
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there. I'm so glad you care You're my best friend, my love, my love. You're my best friend, my love. My love, you are my best friend You're my warm when it's cold. You are my sunshine when it rains
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best of both worlds. You go to movie premiers (was that Orlando Bloom?). Hear your songs on the radio. Livin' two lives is a little weird. But school's cool 'cause nobody knows. Yeah, you get to be a
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love grow. When the seasons change?. What makes the love grow?. It simply comes and it grows on its own . Does it sing to you nightly, does it lay down beside you?. Does it make you hear songs on the
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The one I love belongs to somebody else. She means her tender songs for somebody else. And even when I have my arms around her. I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else. The hands I hold
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The one I love belongs to somebody else. She means her tender songs for somebody else. And even when I have my arms around her. I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else. The hands I hold
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The one I love belongs to somebody else. She means her tender songs for somebody else. And even when I have my arms around her. I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else. The hands I hold
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Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature's son. All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone. Sit beside a mountain stream, watch her waters rise. Listen to the pretty sound of music as
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I now describe my country. As if to strangers. This train is full of songs. Of local winners. And the wind surrounds the towers. And the flags they are blowing. And the bunting and the distance
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hill. We would sing love songs together when the birds had gone to rest. We would listen to the murmur o'er the hill. Will you love me, little darling as you did those starry nights. As we sat
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sign. Bridal books, engagement rings. And other wicked little things Standing in your socks and vest. Better get it off your chest. Every day is just like the rest but Sunday's best Stylish slacks to
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will never come again. . Welcome to my evening. The closing of the day. I could try a million times. Never find a better way. To tell you that I love you. And all the songs I play. Are to thank
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will never come again. . Welcome to my evening. The closing of the day. I could try a million times. Never find a better way. To tell you that I love you. And all the songs I play. Are to thank
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