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Bài hát Top Of The World - The Carpenters. Such a feelin's comin' over me . There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see. Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes. And I won't be surprised if
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her down the corridors of healing, . For I've been tryin', . She's cryin' like a refugee. Loves me like a sister,. Loves me like an only child,. Loves me like a sister,. She loves me like an only child
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through the heather like deer in the glen. Carry me back to the days I knew then. Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir. Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre. Mull of Kintyre, oh mist
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Tell 'em drop, drop, drop, drop. Drop, drop, drop. Dr-drop 'em. Drop, drop, drop, drop. Drop, drop, drop. Dr-drop 'em, see I can see the college niggas stepping to this. I can see the college
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Tell 'em drop, drop, drop, drop. Drop, drop, drop. Dr-drop 'em. Drop, drop, drop, drop. Drop, drop, drop. Dr-drop 'em, see I can see the college niggas stepping to this. I can see the college
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follow the blind Follow the blind Hear the possessed screaming with the voice of doom. The sun goes nova, the earth goes ka-boom. Take a flight from Trinity to Novaja Zemlya. The pyre is blazing and the
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Heavenly choir. Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea. My desire, is always to be here, oh Mull of Kintyre Smiles in the sunshine and tears in
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Inmate. Killer wants to go to college. He wants to get his parole. So the department of corrections. Will release him in the fall. Killer wants to go on t. v. Wants to talk about his book
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High priest of rhythmic noise. Living inside of me. I have been goin' round in circles. And I've considered first degree Just a singer in a mind choir. Lives on harmony. If the song don't change
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Naked in midwinter magic. Lies an angel in the snow. The frozen ficure crossed by tracks of wolves. An encounter, symbolic, yet truthfull. With a hungry choir of woods. An agreement immemorial
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on a corner. Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir. Were singing "Galway Bay". And the bells were ringing out. For Christmas day You're a bum. You're a punk. You're an old slut
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Title State Of The Art. Artist Gotye. Albums Making Mirrors. When the cotillion arrived. We threw out the television. Model D 575. Has custom flute presets. And Harmony-Plus in addition. Now for an
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Chorus I got me a college girl. She is the best girl in the world. She loves to take shots with the homie. She never leave me lonely. She's my one and only. College girl. I got me a college
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