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I tore my letter up. I couldn't even start. To tell you what's really in my heart. There's only so much that words can say. So I sent you a piece of this beautiful day. Oh. I want you to know
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tears and the sorrows you'll save. . While I am writing this letter I think of the past. And all the promises that you are breakin' so free. But to this cruel world I'll soon say my farewell at last
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Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. This is a Christmas remix and it's sang. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah Did you get my card?. Did you read my love letter?. Did it touch your
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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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has been more alone. and i might feel better if i write a letter. if i write a letter home. . yeah i heard the news bout' that ol gang of mine. they're all getting married, they're all doing fine
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Artist Joan Baez. Song Love Is Just A Four Letter Word. . Seems like only yesterday. I left my mind behind. Down in the Gypsy Cafe. With a friend of a friend of mine. She sat with a baby heavy
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They know what everybody knows. Better sit, a letter from a thief says. Finally when everybody sleeps. So few ways to cover up the old wounds Lost in a finger, forced to lie. This sends us
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I got a letter this morning. How do. You reckon it read?. "Hurry the gal you love is dead"? I got a letter this morning. I'm wonderin'. How you reckon it read. He say, "hurry, hurry". "On
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I must go" There's no need for anger, there's no need for blame. There's nothing to prove, everything still the same. Just a table standin' empty by the edge of the sea. Says, "Farewell, Angelina
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get down here on the floor. Let's sip a little more Moet you ain't seen nothing yet. I'm gonna give you something that you won't forget M I crooked letter, crooked letter I. I think I wanna hump that
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I wanna write a letter. I tried to make a call uh uh. Just to see how you're feelin'. If you're missin' me at qll. I wanna cry yeah. And I gotta let you go. But there's on who needs to see you
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I wanna write a letter. I tried to make a call uh uh. Just to see how you're feelin'. If you're missin' me at qll. I wanna cry yeah. And I gotta let you go. But there's on who needs to see you
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(Yeaahh Lil Lody on the track!). I got a letter for you. Yeah, from the the bottom of my heart nigga. 8/11. Dear. I respect you like a little brother should. You gotta know, got a million
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(Yeaahh Lil Lody on the track!). I got a letter for you. Yeah, from the the bottom of my heart nigga. 8/11. Dear. I respect you like a little brother should. You gotta know, got a million
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Chorus. Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain't got time to take a fast train. Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home. My baby, just-a wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend
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". Giving up, you know you've gotta walk. There's some things in life still worth fighting for Ain't no big secret so forget all you've heard. Love ain't nothing but a four-letter word. For some it's for
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I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter. And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words oh so sweet. They're gonna knock me off my feet. A lotta kisses on the bottom. I'll be
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There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall. And the bells in the steeple too. And up in the nursery. An absurd little bird is popping out to say, "Cuckoo". (Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo
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Give me a ticket for an aeroplane Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. I ain't got time to take no fast train. Oh the lonely days are gone I'm coming home. My baby she wrote me a letter I don't care
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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Bài hát A Letter To My Younger Self - Quinn XCII. I know you're scared, leavin' this home. You're not that used to livin' alone. You're not that used to speakin' your mind. You're too used to waitin
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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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O-oh. Give me a ticket for an airoplane. I ain't got time to take no fast train. My lonely days are gone, and I'ma goin' home. My baby wrote me that letter. O-oh. I don't care how much money I've got
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Red letter day. Red letter day. Red letter day Late at night, I drift away somewhere. I'm walking on the moon, talking to you there. I miss you babe, oh, I miss you. In my empty room on a
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knows, their faces seem to say And it looks like it's gonna rain again. Oh, another four letter word. Never gonna fall in love again. Oh, another four letter word Love is a four letter word. That
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Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,. Ain't got time to take a fast train. Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,. 'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter. . I don't care how much money I gotta
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Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,. Ain't got time to take a fast train. Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,. 'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter. . I don't care how much money I gotta
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someone else your love letter. 'Cause I'm always on the road And of course I wanna know you better. But you know the way it goes. Well, a telegram's no substitute. When it comes to living proof Oh, go
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Song The Letter - Shooter Jennings. I found a letter just yesterday. And what it say, I can't disclose. I read that letter and every word that it say. And my heart, it just froze. Ain't it a shame
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the deuce and the ace once ran wild. Farewell Angelina, the sky is folding, I'll see you after a while. . See the cross-eyed pirate sit perched in the sun. Shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun
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