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Where do we go, nobody knows. I've gotta say I'm on my way down. God give me style and give me grace. God put a smile upon my face Where do we go to draw the line. I've gotta say, I wasted all
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again I've got the bull by the horns on a downhill drag. Things are better than they ever have been. Yeah, I missed a lotta lovin' in my lifetime. But I'm never gonna do it again, I'm never gonna do it
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the air she feeds me is damned. Got a touch like a thorn. 'Cause the girl, she's hiding horns. She got blood cold as ice. And a heart made of stone. But she keeps me alive. She's the beast in my bones
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I heard it from a little bird. Who gave me permission. The naughtiest words I ever heard. That will be posed on. Some girls, we need proof. Of real root awakening. To chase the dogs away. And
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my baby's where I'll be. (Under the boardwalk) out of the sun. horns . (Under the board walk) down by the sea. On a blanket with my baby's just where I'll be. (Under the boardwalk) out of the sun.
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bottom so that the dancers will twist all night. You might like to hear my organ I said my kind of bag now. If I could hear the horns blow sitting here on the ground listen to me. Dance To The Music
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Bài hát Wooly Bully - Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs. Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro. Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw. Had two big horns and a wooly jaw. Wooly bully, wooly bully. Wooly bully
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Turn the beat around. Love to hear the percussion. Turn it upside down. Love to hear the percussion. Love to hear it. . Blow horns you sure sound pretty. Your violins keep movin' to the nitty
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all. . Banner clad spears in thousands wreath. Fallen seethe on hooves beneath. Horns blow the length of man's breath. Ride the path to gates of death. The writ of the sword
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like to hear my organ. I said, 'ride, sally ride', now. ♪. Cynthia (yeah), Jerry! (Go on). If I could a-hear- the horns blow. Cynthia on the throne, yeah!. ♪. Listen to me. Cynthia and Jerry got a
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. Sprinkled cayenne pepper in your sugar bowl. But he's a fool and he's a thief. Got silly little horns and pointed teeth Roll back the covers and raise the shades. We don't want to miss out on the best part
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Standing whit my enemies. Hung on my horns. With haste and reverie. Killing with charm. . Only happy when you hurt. Only deadly in a swarm. Only healthy in the dirt. Only empty in your arms
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railways that run through the horns of the moon. Hold up a city with cast iron museum walls. Explain your machines to the boys, feed them with tools. Bring out the skill in your skin, polish your hair
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Jericho. He marched with spear in hand. Go blow them ram horns, Joshua cried. 'Cause the battle is in my hands God knows that. Joshua fit the battle of Jericho. Jericho Jericho. Joshua fit the battle
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Jericho. He marched with spear in hand. Go blow them ram horns, Joshua cried. 'Cause the battle is in my hands God knows that. Joshua fit the battle of Jericho. Jericho Jericho. Joshua fit the battle
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When the bells, all ring and the horns, all blow. And the couples, we know are fondly kissing. Will I be with you or will I be among the missing? Maybe it's much too early in the game. Oh, but I
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