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De colores. De colores se visten los campos en la primavera. De colores. De colores son los pajarillos que vienen de afuera. De colores. De colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir. . Y por eso
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. . Los Angelenos. All come from somewhere. 'cause it's all so easy. To become acquainted. Electric babies. Blue-jeaned and jaded. Such hot sweet schoolgirls. So educated. . Tanning out in the
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Song Los Desaparecidos (The Disappeared Ones) - Steven Van Zandt. Were you shaken, by the thunder. It will pass with the night. Don't you be frightened my child. Rest your head here awhile. I must
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Song Let The Children Play - Santana. Let the children have their way. Let the children play. Let the children play. Yo le digo caballero. Que los ninos le quieren jugar. Ellos tienen que jugar
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Song Let The Children Play - Santana. Let the children have their way. Let the children play. Let the children play. Yo le digo caballero. Que los ninos le quieren jugar. Ellos tienen que jugar
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the love that I have. I'll give you all the love that I have Los Angeloser. Los Angeloser. Los Angeloser. And I'll give you all the love that I can Oh yeah, we got the sunshine. We got the good
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. . Los Angelenos. All come from somewhere. 'cause it's all so easy. To become acquainted. Electric babies. Blue-jeaned and jaded. Such hot sweet schoolgirls. So educated. . Tanning out in the
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And I'm so beautiful in los angeles. When it's been so long you can't handle it. Will it really make any difference. Cause I'm so far away. And you will never change I never get the chance to
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now,. Came from nothing. Like straight out of ghost town . 3,2,1. now you see us on the countdown. I got a house in the mountains,. So I'm climbing up the countdown,. People blowing up my phone,. Los
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add up Well, this fire in my chest weighs more like gold. I'm try my best, Lord to let it unfold. For all on the quest. Let the story be told. Right from the soul Los Angeles. Hit me at the heart
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. . Los Angelenos. All come from somewhere. 'cause it's all so easy. To become acquainted. Electric babies. Blue-jeaned and jaded. Such hot sweet schoolgirls. So educated. . Tanning out in the
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Dancing like the nights. Are down in nashville. But i seem to know. The ghosts who like to run. I got a call to go. To a late night picture show. So i traded in the darkness. And i'm already
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share these poems of my soul. My poems are soft green. My poems are also flaming crimson. My poems are like a wounded fawn seeking refuge in the forest. . The last verse says . 'Con los pobres de la
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share these poems of my soul. My poems are soft green. My poems are also flaming crimson. My poems are like a wounded fawn seeking refuge in the forest. . The last verse says . 'Con los pobres de la