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Bài hát Empty Chairs - Harry Belafonte. I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night. Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright. Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane. Like
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Bài hát Empty Chairs - Harry Belafonte. I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night. Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright. Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane. Like
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your neighbor different see. By the light of that fir tree. And this old bar. Electrified in blue I gotta drop dead simple, childhood view of salvation. Perhaps thats how it was always meant to be
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shots and left 2 in the clip (yeah). I spit the truth, that's it, I'm not confused one bit (c'mon). I'm so New York City streets that I'm abusin your whip. Cruisin the strip, sunny day sky blue like a
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roam. The sky is gray and I am cold Lord, I tell you, Lord, I tell you. All I want to do is get back home Lonely teardrops, we did shoot them. They came on strong. Vials of rain to kill the pain. So
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(this is whispered in the beggining). Ummmmmmm. I was just wondering. Do you like me?. . Use just once and destroy. Invasion of our piracy. Afterbirth of a nation. Starve without your
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(this is whispered in the beggining). Ummmmmmm. I was just wondering. Do you like me?. . Use just once and destroy. Invasion of our piracy. Afterbirth of a nation. Starve without your
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(this is whispered in the beggining). Ummmmmmm. I was just wondering. Do you like me?. . Use just once and destroy. Invasion of our piracy. Afterbirth of a nation. Starve without your
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(this is whispered in the beggining). Ummmmmmm. I was just wondering. Do you like me?. . Use just once and destroy. Invasion of our piracy. Afterbirth of a nation. Starve without your
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from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets. Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you. And it's all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors
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blues. Well, the world's the same old comedy. You know my time is cold. Nothing new, blue lady. I won't get old. 'Cause the deal is gone now. I'd just better hold. Here comes long lonely. Here
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. Made some of the lies worth believing I am the eye in the sky, looking at you. I can read your mind. I am the maker of rules, dealing with fools. I can cheat you blind And I don't need to see any more
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. Made some of the lies worth believing I am the eye in the sky, looking at you. I can read your mind. I am the maker of rules, dealing with fools. I can cheat you blind And I don't need to see any more
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. Made some of the lies worth believing I am the eye in the sky, looking at you. I can read your mind. I am the maker of rules, dealing with fools. I can cheat you blind And I don't need to see any more
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