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By jimmy buffett. 1973. He went to paris lookin for answers. To questions that bothered him so. He was impressive, young and aggressive. Savin the world on his own. . But the warm summer
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From Paris to Berlin,. And every disco I get in,. My heart is pumping for love,. Pumping for love,. 'Cause when I'm thinking of you,. And all the things we could do,. My heart is pumping for love
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From Paris to Berlin,. And every disco I get in,. My heart is pumping for love,. Pumping for love,. 'Cause when I'm thinking of you,. And all the things we could do,. My heart is pumping for love
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J'aime Paris au mois de Mai,. . Quand les bourgeons renaissent,. . D'une nouvelle jeunesse,. . S'emparent de la vieille cit?,. . Qui se met? Rayonner,. . J'aime Paris au mois de Mai
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. Turns out he likes the girls with long an' wavy hair. Mine is short and kinky An' I have lost my mind C'mon an'. Gimme all your lovin'. Or I will kill you. Put one through your head. Come on an
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. Turns out he likes the girls with long an' wavy hair. Mine is short and kinky An' I have lost my mind C'mon an'. Gimme all your lovin'. Or I will kill you. Put one through your head. Come on an
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'dey wont get funk. C'mon i got something for ya (GUNSHOT). C'mon i got something for ya (GUNSHOT). C'mon i got something for ya (GUNSHOT). C'mon i got something for ya. Read more Akon - Kill The Dance
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of my life. But I'll kill you if you don't come back, I'll kill you if you don't come back In the pit of the night you used to pull me so close. And then you'd hold me so tight. And in the wink of
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of my life. But I'll kill you if you don't come back, I'll kill you if you don't come back In the pit of the night you used to pull me so close. And then you'd hold me so tight. And in the wink of
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crawled past the garbage. And your mama jumps out screamin'. Dont come back no more! I cant take it. My guitar wants to kill your mama. My guitar wants to kill your mama. My guitar wants to burn your
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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I would share with myself. But I thought "* it". It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for once. I text her from time to time, she a mom now. I guess sometimes life
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I would share with myself. But I thought "* it". It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for once. I text her from time to time, she a mom now. I guess sometimes life
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I would share with myself. But I thought "* it". It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for once. I text her from time to time, she a mom now. I guess sometimes life
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face. Big muff, can't you see I've had enough?. God knows you're trying to kill me. Big muff, get away with your powder puff. Lord knows you're killing me. It's like an allergy with no apology
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Put the red lights on. Don't tell them that you've gone. Leave behind your fears. You know they can't be wrong Kill the pain you feel. Kill the pain you feel I know you've seen some things. That
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. I never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. I never met it face to face. I
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Paris,. comme une symphonie,. comme la mer qui balance. J'arrive au rendez-vous,. dans l'?paisse fum?e,. le monde me bouscule. R?fugi? dans un coin. et observant de loin. la foule qui ondule
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