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road,. Farewell". "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road, goodbye". "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road". "You ain't no frog you're a horned toad, farewell, goodbye,. Adios". Farewell, goodbye
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Say farewell before you greet me. Every encounter may be your last. As I crawl up from behind. You say your prayer, better say them fast. . Come into my dominion. Where you know you don't
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. . There's a heart in every place, there's a tear for each farewell,. For that's the way it is, that is my fortune. I'll lure you as the lace that the wayward gypsies sell,. With the sinking of the sun
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Hail to the taxis. They go where I go. Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know. Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn. I'm in the mood again I walk the damp streets rather
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. I can't say the words to bid you farewell. So I'll carry them with me a while. You'll wave goodbye 'till I pass out of sight. As you're waving goodbye for good. I can't even take you part of the
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?. Can you feel the winded source?. Pack up your belongings. Let chaos take control Mother nature's fury. Takes you by the hand. Rip this world to pieces. Bid farewell to all you know, go Caught in
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?. Can you feel the winded source?. Pack up your belongings. Let chaos take control Mother nature's fury. Takes you by the hand. Rip this world to pieces. Bid farewell to all you know, go Caught in
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for the moon. There's a heart in every place, there's a tear for each farewell. For that's the way it is, that is my fortune. I'll lure you as the lace that the wayward gypsies sell. With the
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', shaggin' on the boulevard. Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Well the Tams are playin' at the Port-O-Call. And the Drifters underneath the Boardwalk. At the Sapnish Galleon and Ol' Fat Jacks. Jukebox
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Bài hát Last Farewell - BIGBANG . yes . bigbang is back . most definitely hey move . b to the i to the g (bang bang) about love . chorus . i don’t wanna be without you girl . majimak insaneun
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you a better farewell in the next life. Say things reduce to entropy. By playing God, I ran away. No one gave a farewell. No shedded tears or lamentation. The source of misery is infused in flesh and
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Song The Final Countdown - Europe. We're leaving together . But still it's farewell . And maybe we'll come back, . To earth, who can tell? . I guess there is no one to blame . We're leaving ground
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,. To field where he fell. Barrows he fears less than a single farewell. Why kneels a man,. On ruins of one throne,. When blood of her sons did build it alone. . First to reave, blood cleanse the
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There's a heart in every place, there's a tear for each farewell. For that's the way it is, that is my fortune. I'll lure you as the lace that the wayward gypsies sell. With the sinking of the sun
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each one. And the table's full and overflowed. And the corner sign. Says it's closing time. So I'll bid farewell and be down the road Oh, ev'ry girl that ever I've touched. I did not do it harmfully