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chorus. Of the Amerasian blues?. When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City. Kiddie say papa papa papa papa pappa-san, take me home. See me got. Photo photo photograph of you and mamma mamma mamma
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it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City. Kiddie say papa papa papa papa pappa-san, take me home. See me got. Photo photo photograph of you and mamma mamma mamma-san. Of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
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underground Master Ace get a taste Bomb Squad gettin' hard Marley mart makin' hipper track for Jack The Ripper. Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San still rollin' wit' run. Did you think that ever in fact you thought
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. Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San. Still rollin' wit' run. Did you think that ever. In fact you thought that never. Control of your soul. Is by a suit and tie. Then U wonder why why U never hear a rhyme. I
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underground Master Ace get a taste Bomb Squad gettin' hard Marley mart makin' hipper track for Jack The Ripper. Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San still rollin' wit' run. Did you think that ever in fact you thought
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sleeve. But me Papa oh papa tonight. Papa oh I'll be alright Look left. Look where you wanna be. Look up. Look where you left me I should have known. By the ice in his eye. But you warm me up with
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ngang qua lon ton. Chớp chớp mắt 2 nách đã 2 con. Mà làm như mình vẫn còn son. 1 thế giới vẫn quay phía sau cánh gà. 1 tấm chiếu mới toanh được gọi papa. 1 trời mây bão giông luôn chờ ở nhà. Giờ là lúc
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Yeah, Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do. Whatever he can, hot me. . Papa don't, Papa don't, Papa don't. Papa don't take
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Yeah, Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do. Whatever he can, hot me. . Papa don't, Papa don't, Papa don't. Papa don't take
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Yeah, Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do. Whatever he can, hot me. . Papa don't, Papa don't, Papa don't. Papa don't take
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Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do whatever he can, hit me Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't. Papa don't take no mess, no
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Crazy, papa crazy Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, m'aam". Eatin' filet mignon, lobster tails and crab. He eats the finest food, he ain't the kindest dude. And then to put it to you
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. Paris may we agree?. That you can surrogately. Be my papa. I was born in the arms of your sacred heart, oh-oh. Paris may we agree?. Perhaps embarassingly. That you\'re my papa. I was born in your arms
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It's carbonide monoxide. The ol' Detroit perfume. It hangs on the highways in the mornin'. And it lays you down by noon Oh, Papa Hobo. You can see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy. But I feel
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tiPapa, Can You Hear Me?. arBarbra Streisand. alWhat Matters Most - Barbra Streisand Sings the Lyrics of Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Papa, Can You Hear Me?. May the light. Of this flickering candle
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tiPapa, Can You Hear Me?. arBarbra Streisand. alWhat Matters Most - Barbra Streisand Sings the Lyrics of Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Papa, Can You Hear Me?. May the light. Of this flickering candle
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me. We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee. But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery. Papa played the Dobro this way and he'd go
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me. We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee. But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery. Papa played the Dobro this way and he'd go
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. . Papa, can you hear me?. Papa, can you see me?. Papa can you find me in the night?. Papa are you near me?. Papa, can you hear me?. Papa, can you help me not be frightened?. Looking at the skies I
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I've got a jet propelled papa with a magic ray. Yes I've got a jet propelled papa with a magic ray. He'll put your head in a spin and take your breath away. . Now when he gets started. There's
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. Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth. Momma just hung her head and said, son (Chorus). Papa was a rolling stone, (my son). Where ever he laid his hat was his home. and when he died, all he
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