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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
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Bài hát Capri C'Est Fini (Live À L'Olympia / 1981) - 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
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, lay across my big brass bed. Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile. Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile. His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean. And you're the best
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I once held her in my arms. She said she would always stay. But I was cruel. I treated her like a fool. I threw it all away. . Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand. And rivers that ran
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She's got everything she needs. She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs. She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of nighttime. And paint the
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I dreamed I saw St. Augustine. Alive as you or me. Tearing through these quarters. In the utmost misery. With a blanket underneath his arm. And a coat of solid gold. Searching for the very
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61. . Well Mack the finger said to Louie the King. I got forty red white and blue shoe strings. And a thousand telephones that don't ring. Do you know where I can get ride of these things. And
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well, I wake up in the morning. Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas. That are
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night. Everything inside is made of stone. There's nothing in here moving. An' anyway I'm not alone. You say you're looking for someone. Who'll pick you up each time you fall. To gather flowers
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vacuum of his eyes. And say do you want to make a deal?. . How does it feel, how does it feel?. To be on your own, with no direction home. A complete unknown, like a rolling stone. . Ah you never
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How high the gulls fly. O'er Ilay. How sad the farm lad. deep in play. Felt like a grain on your sand How well the sheep's bell. music makes. Roving the cliff. when fancy takes. Felt like a ti
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surprise. That she'll grow to be so beautifully. Just like her mother, that's carrying Oh Capri, she's a beauty. Baby inside and she loving. Oh Capri, she's a beauty. There is an angel growing
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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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corners of my mind. I'm haunted by your smile. As it promises me joys like a journey to a tropic isle. It's not hard to see what you do to me. It's like a page right out of fist time wave. Though I try to
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