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Row, there's only seven more miles to go. Row, there's only seven more miles to go. Row, there's only seven more miles to go. Row, there's only seven more miles to go We'll reach the isle of her
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. Agony ridden desolate struggle. Underneath the dark lies an unending depth. . One foot hit the bottom, a cold touch of the ocean floor. A brief glimpse of hope, a sight of a coming relief. Loosing
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We are the crowd, we're c-comin' out . Got my flash on, it's true . Need that picture of you . It so magical, we'd be so fantastical . . Leather and jeans, garage glamorous . Not sure what it means
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open her eyes. There'll be no surprise. That she'll grow to be. So beautifully. Just like her mother. That's carrying. Oh Capri. She's beauty. Baby inside she's loving. Oh Capri. She's beauty. There is
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Bài hát Belle Isle (Without Overdubs, Self Portrait) - Bob Dylan. One evening for pleasure I rambled to view. The fair fields all alone. Down by the banks of Loch Eiron. Where beauty and pleasure
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me to stay for a while. And I thought of a goddess to beauty. Bloomin' bright star of Bright Isle. . I humbled myself to her beauty. "Fair maiden, where do you belong ?. Are you from heaven
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Bài hát Capri C'est Fini - Hervé Vilard. Nous n'irons plus jamais,. Où tu m'as *** je t'aime,. Nous n'irons plus jamais,. Tu viens de décider,. Nous n'irons plus jamais,. Ce soir c'est plus la peine
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long, long time. There he still sits on top of the hill. Well aching and jumping with all laid down. With all of them ladies you know he's lonely still. Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin
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Wenn bei Capri die rote Sonne I'm Meer versinkt,. Und vom Himmel die bleiche Sichel des Mondes blinkt,. Zieh'n die Fischer mit ihren Booten aufs Meer hinaus,. Und sie werfen I'm weiten Bogen die
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, senor, I can see that painted wagon,. I can smell the tail of the dragon. Can't stand the suspense anymore. Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?. . Well, the last thing I remember before I
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Bài hát Highway 61 Revisited (Live with The Band, Isle Of Wight, 1969) - Bob Dylan. Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son". Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on". God say, "No. " Abe say