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Song NOBODY KNOWS - Bob Marley, The Wailers. Nobody knows the troubles I bear, . Nobody knows it, Nobody knows it. C Nobody knows it, Oh My Lord. Nobody knows the, heartaches I share,. Nobody knows
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best to be me. Watching your crazy ways and all the lazy days. Digging you more and more the more I see your face. Rowing back down my river, trying my best to be free. Rowing back down my river
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best to be me. Watching your crazy ways and all the lazy days. Digging you more and more the more I see your face. Rowing back down my river, trying my best to be free. Rowing back down my river
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best to be me. Watching your crazy ways and all the lazy days. Digging you more and more the more I see your face. Rowing back down my river, trying my best to be free. Rowing back down my river
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. Over the ocean. To my beautiful island in the sun Over there people are slow. Low key life is all that they know. Lying around high on the sunshine Lazy lagoons, warm afternoons. Tropical moons
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us and eat us. In fricassee. We what the land folks loves to cook. Under the sea we off the hook. We got no troubles. Life is the bubbles. Under the sea. Under the sea. Since life is sweet here
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a sofa from the folks, the table I just stole. With a neon mickey's sign for no reason.
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When marimba rhythms start to play. Dance with me, make me sway. Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore. Hold me close, sway me more. Like a flower bending in the breeze. Bend with me, sway with ease. When
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all the lights glow. And the folks know and the kids go where the music and the drinking starts. On the other side where no cars go. Up to the hills that stand alone like my restless heart. Well I would
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. Let's tall in love. . The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it. Not to mention the Finns. Folks in Siam do it. Think of Siamese twins. . Some Argentines without means do it. People say in Boston even
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(B. Cummings - D. Troiano). . Round about '20 the folks had plenty. No, they couldn't ask for too much more,. The fatha kept thumpin' and the satch got jumpin'. And they rang right through
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When marimba rhythms start to play . Dance with me, make me sway . Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore . Hold me close, sway me more . Like a flower bending in the breeze . Bend with me, sway with ease
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. I might find it waiting in the corner. Somewhere in the dark. If I could go, go to where it all began. Yes, I would take it back to the start. Back to the start. Back to the start. A little lazy, it
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tried. I long for something that’s safe and warm. But all I have is all that is gone. I’m as helpless and as hopeless as a feather on the Clyde. Well on one side all the lights glow. And the folks know
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best to be me. Watching your crazy ways and all the lazy days. Digging you more and more the more I see your face. Rowing back down my river, trying my best to be free. Rowing back down my river
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best to be me. Watching your crazy ways and all the lazy days. Digging you more and more the more I see your face. Rowing back down my river, trying my best to be free. Rowing back down my river
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best to be me. Watching your crazy ways and all the lazy days. Digging you more and more the more I see your face. Rowing back down my river, trying my best to be free. Rowing back down my river