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need dollar bills lining their clothes. All I need is, all I need is Two white horses in a line. Two white horses in a line. Two white horses in a line. Taking me for my farewell ride Some may say
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- Vicky Nhung. Ta đang tìm cách quên người, phải cố quên người. Dù con tim ngu si vẫn muôn đời nhớ em. Từng chiều qua buồn tênh có khi tim luôn hỏi đến em. Vẫn trông mong mơ ước nay mai sẽ có em. Tình Thôi
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Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown. Being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound. Well, the triangles tingle and the trumpets play slow. Say, "Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire and
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When the last breath of life is gone from my body. And my lips are as cold as the sea. When my friends gather around for my farewell party. Won't you pretend you love me There will be flowers from
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). Regretfully they tell us. (Cuckoo). But firmly they compel us to say, "Good night" to you. (Cuckoo, cuckoo) So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good night. (I hate to go and leave this pretty sight). So
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going somewhere to make a better life. I hope that you find it on the first try. And even though it kills me. That you have to go. I know it'll be sadder. If you never hit the road. So farewell
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need dollar bills lining their clothes. All I need is, all I need is,. Two white horses in a line (3X). Taking me for my farewell ride. . Some may say this might be. Your last farewell ride(2X
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. I held you tight, and the crowd sang Auld Lang Syne. Where gearing meets the sea, you turned and said to me, this year year was ours. Farewell December. Ship lights look like stars stars out in the
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Farewell Angelina. The bells of the crown. Are being stolen by bandits. I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles. And the trumpet play slow. Farewell Angelina. The sky is on fire. And I
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Written by Bob Dylan 1965. . Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown. Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles, the music plays slow. But farewell Angelina
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you remember walking out. The day it rained forever?. And you were wondering. If I held dreams of wedding rings Well, farewell Mr. Sorrow. Farewell Mr. Sorrow. Tomorrow is my own I believe we