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. Loyalty to earn. Royalty to who it may concern this is Los Angeles King Snapback. Sipping ‘tron out the Stanley cup, I don’t give a *. Drown them in the moat and let the bridge up. My son, my heir in
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never could. And I just won't try but I know I should. . Why. Why. Why. Why. . And. . ####. . Wherefore. . The King of hearts, he gave me frankincense. The King of clubs, his flask was
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knee. "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea". The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand. Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to
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Bài hát King Kong Song - ABBA. Well I was looking at a movie on the TV last night. Then I had a very funny notion, yeah. I really had to write a song about it. And then I'm gonna sing it with my
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Bài hát What A Wonderful World - B. B. King. I see trees of green, . red roses too. . I see them bloom, . for me and you. . And I think to myself,. what a wonderful world. . I see skies of blue
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Title Not Even The King. Artist Alicia Keys. Money. Some people so poor. All that they got is money. Oooh And diamonds. Some people waste their life conting their thaosands. I don't care they're
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me, my California king. Eye to eye, cheek to cheek. Side by side, you were sleeping next to me. Arm in arm, dusk to dawn with the curtains drawn. And a little last night on these sheets. So how come
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me, my California king. Eye to eye, cheek to cheek. Side by side, you were sleeping next to me. Arm in arm, dusk to dawn with the curtains drawn. And a little last night on these sheets. So how come
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me . My California king . Eye to eye . Cheek to cheek . Side by side . You were sleeping next to me . Arm in arm . Dusk to dawn . With the curtains drawn . And a little last night on these sheets . So
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I Got A Guy. Chick Webb & his Orchestra. v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937). . I got a guy. He don't dress me in sable. He looks nothing like Gable. But he's mine. And I think he's too divine. I got a
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When I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird. I think of flying down in your sea of pens and feathers. And all other instruments of faith and *** and God. In the belly of a black
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King Horse. Between tenderness and brute force She can turn upon a sixpence in the mouth and trousers set. Hit the bill, ring the bell, never spill a sip. And still she knows the kind of tip that she
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'. And you don't come home tonight Done everything, babe. Everything I could. Everything I did, you know. It didn't do me now good Miss Martha King. Do you think you're doin' me right?. Know you go
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peasant, who is he?. Where and what his dwelling? ". "Sire, he lives a good league hence,. Underneath the mountain. Right against the forest fence. By Saint Agnes' fountain. ". "Bring me flesh and
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All creation is a song waiting to be sung. All of nature like a prayer waiting for a tongue. But who will give it voice and make it's anthem ring. Or rise to lead a choir of all created things
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Bài hát The Right Song - Tiesto, Oliver Heldens, Natalie La Rose. Feel it in my bones. This anticipation. See him through the smoke. So hard to be patient. There is a clock in mind. We running out of
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