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Walking in the woods one day. I met a man who said that he was magic. Wonderful things he said. Pointed hat upon his head. Knew why people laughed and cried. Why they lived and why they died
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, that's what they say in Paris Spend a lot of money at the tattoo shop on weekends. Spend a lot of dividends on indie concert tickets. And I might just fly to Amsterdam. To hang with a friend of mine
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affection. What they do is on to the next one. ‘Cause if you ain’t down for the action. You gon get yo ass kicked outcha section. But guess what, nigga. (Hook). This for all of my hipster girls. On Instagram
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has been twenty years of traveling. Twenty years of living out on the road. Learning these chords and learning these songs. Paying up all these dues they said I owe. And I may always be a rambler never
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,. While I try to find words, as light as the birds. That circle above, to put in my songs of love. . Fate doesn't hang, on a wrong or right choice. Fortune depends, on the tone of your voice. So sing
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Songs of life, they ring. From quiet steeples to distant valleys. Along the hillsides of lovers' hearts. Of lovers' hearts Come sing you songs of life. And they will keep you. From ever wanting
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Lumiere Here we are, warm and cozy by the fire's glow. . Belle Singing songs and stealing kisses under the mistletoe. . Pumbaa We've finished our feasts. . Goofy Had the tastiest
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, and when I was married, and when I had kids. Would Marc Bolan still be so important. . Over the border, I'm growing older, heaven only knows what's on it's way. Every single day, love is here to
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that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry. I write the songs, I write the songs. My home lies deep within you. And I've
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that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry. I write the songs, I write the songs. My home lies deep within you. And I've
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Bài hát Sad Songs - Marshmello. 'Cause I’m so tired of the sad songs. And I'm just tryna get myself together. And I just wanna, I just wanna move on (Move on). When the time is right, then we'll talk
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Songs of life, they ring. From quiet steeples to distant valleys. Along the hillsides of lovers' hearts. Of lovers' hearts. . Come sing you songs of life. And they will keep you. From ever
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I am walking. I am walking alone. And I am humming. I am humming one of your songs. . I just know one small verse in the middle of it. But it makes me want to hear it on and on and on and on
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I've seen her face light up when I come home . It's been too many hours I've wasted staring at the phone . Sweet old songs I'm counting on you to bring her back to me . I'm tired of listening alone and
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Bài hát The Best Part (Interlude) - Meghan Trainor. I got a heart full of rhythm that beats with no pain. I got a head full of melodies stuck in my brain. But the best part of being a singer at all
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Songs to make you free. And songs to take you to another time. Forgotten reasons that are made of rhyme For you and me. The songs of life. That somehow make us free. Songs to fill the heart
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that I'll get over you. That's so easy to say but hard to do. You're the one I sing my love songs to. The songs that say I'm sad and blue. And I am when I think of you. That's about all that I do. I've
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dough to make a record of our own. The song come on the radio, now people go, this is the song These are my heart songs. They never feel wrong. And when I wake for goodness sake. These are the songs I
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listening,. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one deared. Disturb the sound of silence. Fools said i,you do not know. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you
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The songs they're playin' that we both romanced to. Those lovely songs we stayed up late and danced to. They taught me where my heart belongs. These are the songs I love! The tender melodies we
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songs that I sing. To make the day better. . And we have got no home at all. Travel like the gypsies living off of any. Thing thing thing. . These are the melodies. With simple harmonies we sing
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Its 12 o'clock noon. And I'm up in the mall. In the lingerie section. Looking for some sh*t to put on you. Its 3 o'clock, ooh. And I'm on my way back up to the crib. This evening I'm gon put
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,. Whoah- What's salvation?. Whoah- is it in this,. Whoah- Invitation. Whoah- to praise the fallen. . I don't believe, the beliefs of the righteous. I don't believe, are so righteous at all,. I do
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of singing all the sad songs in my head. But I can't find enough of anything to drown out what you said. And sometimes I find I catch myself letting you back in. But I'm so tired of singing all the
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love inside the rodeo. Top ranking in a three piece suit. Like a black work model. In lonestar boots Singing. Street songs of love. Singing. Street songs of love. Singing. Street songs of love
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streets before me. No voice in the night to warn me. No sound of our songs. To bring you to me. Losing my way. Stars send me astray. Walking the night without you. Blind in sight without you. No song I