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Johnny W. Green / Edward Heyman / Robert Sour / Frank Eyton. . You're making me blue. All that you do. Seems unfair. You try not to hear. Turn a deaf ear. To my prayer. It seems you don't
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Johnny W. Green / Edward Heyman / Robert Sour / Frank Eyton. . You're making me blue. All that you do. Seems unfair. You try not to hear. Turn a deaf ear. To my prayer. It seems you don't
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Johnny W. Green / Edward Heyman / Robert Sour / Frank Eyton. . You're making me blue. All that you do. Seems unfair. You try not to hear. Turn a deaf ear. To my prayer. It seems you don't
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Johnny W. Green / Edward Heyman / Robert Sour / Frank Eyton. . You're making me blue. All that you do. Seems unfair. You try not to hear. Turn a deaf ear. To my prayer. It seems you don't
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Intro Jennie. So-sour candy. (So-sour candy). Chorus Jennie & Lisa. I'm sour candy, so sweet then I get a little angry, yeah. Sour candy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm super psycho, make you
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ssapssareumhae I don't wanna taste. Mwo geuri dalkomhajin aneul geot gatae. Seorigeun gamjeongdeuri I just feel afraid. I'll never bite I'll never bite the pain. Sour nunmul nage sikeumhan mat. Sour geureon ge
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. It's true. Not like you do Who am I, what and why. 'Cause all I have left. Is my memories of yesterday. Oh these sour times. 'Cause nobody loves me. It's true. Not like you do After time the
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was in the past. I know you love me. Love me like a piece of trash But at first you were so sweet. Couldn't go without seein' your face for an hour, so sour. It all became a hassle. You were even
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Johnny W. Green / Edward Heyman / Robert Sour / Frank Eyton. . You're making me blue. All that you do. Seems unfair. You try not to hear. Turn a deaf ear. To my prayer. It seems you don't
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Johnny W. Green / Edward Heyman / Robert Sour / Frank Eyton. . You're making me blue. All that you do. Seems unfair. You try not to hear. Turn a deaf ear. To my prayer. It seems you don't
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. Not like you do Am I what am I?. 'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday, the sour time 'Cause nobody loves me, it's true. Not like you do After time the bitter taste of innocence descent
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You like coffee and you like tea. Much more than you like me. And everybody says watch out, yeah. For the sour milk-cow blues You like your coffee just a little too sweet. Without your sugar life
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words. 685, baby. Woo, yeah. Ah, ah (sweet and sour). Sweet and sour there you go. Always putting on a show. But I always love the taste. So I can't leave you alone. Sweet and sour there you go. I
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Bài hát Sour Candy - Carly Rae Jepsen. Sour candy endings. Coffee stains but where?. Oh I'm so tangled up in my. Big sunglasses and bed hungry second day fare. No we went under, the weight was too
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Verse 1. Use the eyes of the owl. The sour patch kids got me out of wack. And out of gas. The hour glass spills as I'm left on the vasey without a vest. Lost my train of thought. My brain can
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Fallin'. By Robert Klein. Original Artist. . I'm afraid to fly. And I don't know why. I'm jealous of the people the who are not afraid to die. It's just that I recall. Back when I was small
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From Chris Warren's Robert Plant site used with permission This is the English part of the lyric sung by Robert Plant. From my island home I feel a chance. Kiss the tide - goes time and
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my only escape from it all. Watchin' a film or a face on the wall Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian. Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian. Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian
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Song Michael Und Robert - Freddy Quinn. Es waren zwei Legionäre. die hatten das Fort verlassen. und suchten den Weg zum Meer;. Sie wollten nie wieder Patrouille gehn. und nie mehr im Leben auf Posten
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Song Barbeque - Robert Earl Keen. Ooh, when I was a little boy, only one or two. First thing I did enjoy was a plate of barbecue . Barbecue, sliced beef and bread. Ribs and sausage and a cold big
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Sour D. My mind state a lot different,. I'm here now so listen,. only one love one life that I'm given,. this struggle and pain is not fiction,. my brain in a storm hurricane how my thoughts are,. so
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Hey. Look at the way she's wavin' her sail. It's a wondrous sight to see. People hurry on down from every town. Have a look at the Robert E. Lee. Proud and strong and made to be free. Can't go
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(robert fripp). Instrumental
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Robert's appearance is something to behold. Dressed in the finest of store bought clothes. My mamma sews my clothes cause I'm just a poor girl. But Robert is as real as his daddies gold Robert
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By Robert Johnson. Recording of November 27, 1936. San Antonio, Texas. . I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees. I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees. Asked the lord above
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Song Rich Woman - Robert Plant, Alison Krauss. I got a woman with plenty of money. She got the money and I got the honey. Called my baby late last night. She told me daddy everything was all right
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Kind hearted woman blues. Robert Johnson. I got a kind hearted woman. Do anything in this world for me. I got a kind hearted woman. Do anything in this world for me. But these evil-hearted
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By Robert Johnson. Recording of November 27, 1936. San Antonio, Texas. . I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees. I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees. Asked the lord above
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Kind hearted woman blues. Robert Johnson. I got a kind hearted woman. Do anything in this world for me. I got a kind hearted woman. Do anything in this world for me. But these evil-hearted
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By Robert Palmer / Frank Blair / Dony Wynn. . We tell sweet lies, fooling one another. (We gain a fake upper hand). We get outsmarted when we rediscover. We underplay. . You took me in - I
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had lost what should have been found And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford. I'm low as a paid assassin is. You know I'm cold as a hired sword. I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up. You
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Song I Gotta Go(Album Version) - Robert Earl Keen. Ain't got time to shoot the breeze, got no time to blow. Excuse me mister if you please, I gotta go. Born one mornin' on the day of the dead in a
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Song I Gotta Go(Album Version) - Robert Earl Keen. Ain't got time to shoot the breeze, got no time to blow. Excuse me mister if you please, I gotta go. Born one mornin' on the day of the dead in a
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Fallin'. By Robert Klein. Original Artist. . I'm afraid to fly. And I don't know why. I'm jealous of the people the who are not afraid to die. It's just that I recall. Back when I was small