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My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky. My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by. No month of May, no twinkling stars. No hide away, no soft guitars My romance doesn't need a ca
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Well, did you bring me my money. My cab fare, my new shoes?. I got expenses, you know. Where's my weekly dues? I ain't giving you my * money. Oh yeah, motherfucker, where's this jibaro from?. You
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It was the morning of October 6th, 1960. I was wearing my brown suit. Preparing to leave the house of D. Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again.
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I am just a poor boy. Though my story's seldom told,. I have squandered my resistance. For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies and jests. Still a man hears what he wants to hear
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On the morning of her wedding day. When no one was awake. She drove across the border. Leaving all the yellow roses on her wedding cake. Her mother's tears, her breakfast order She's gone, gone, g
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Bài hát Bel amour - Emilie Simon. Si je pouvais bâtir, . Un soleil, un empire . Pour toi, . Sans hésiter. Cent milles fois, . Je le ferais. Si je pouvais tout changer. Et si je pouvais braver . La
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I built my house from barley rice. Green pepper walls and water ice. Tables of paper wood, windows of light. And everything emptying into white A simple garden, with acres of sky. A brown haired d
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Bài hát Wartime Prayers - Paul Simon. Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,. Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations. But all that is changed now,. Gone
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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come yo
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A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself. With a magazine and a sleepless pillow. Over the crest of the mountains the moon. Begins its climb And he wakes to find he's in rolling farm land The
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A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself. With a magazine and a sleepless pillow. Over the crest of the mountains the moon. Begins its climb And he wakes to find he's in rolling farm land The