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( c. berry ) I'm gonna write a little letter. Gonna mail it to my local dj. Yeah, it's a rockin' little record. I want my jockey to play. Roll over beethoven, I gotta hear it again today You
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Well I'm a write a little letter gonna mail it to my local DJ. Yes it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven I gotta hear it again today. You know my temperature's
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the sky. There's no denying, baby. We're the chosen ones, we chase the high. Chorus. Nothing's free, I need your beating heart to breathe. Come with me, we'll be a symphony. We'll be a symphony. We'll
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Bài hát Symphony - Clean Bandit, Zara Larsson. I've been hearing symphonies. Before all I heard was silence. A rhapsody for you and me. And every melody is timeless. Life was stringing me along. Then
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Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local d. j. It's a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over beethoven, gotta hear it again today My temperature's risin, the juke
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Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local d. j. It's a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over beethoven, gotta hear it again today My temperature's risin, the juke
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me. Take my place. I, I'm left to turn away. I have no choice. It's been taken away from me. My life for yours. My shadow symphony. A sign of my pride. It's the sound of my demise. Because the balance
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Well I'm a write a little letter gonna mail it to my local DJ. Yes it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven I gotta hear it again today. You know my temperature's
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I'm gonna write a little letter,. Gonna mail it to my local dj. It's a rockin' rhythm record. I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today. . You know, my
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here in my mold. And I'm a million different people. From one day to the next. I can't change my mold. No, no, no, no, no. I can't change. I can't change 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this
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here in my mold. And I'm a million different people. From one day to the next. I can't change my mold. No, no, no, no, no. I can't change. I can't change 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this
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still hear Beethoven. But Beethoven cannot hear you Handel and Hayden and Rachmaninov. Enjoyed a nice drink with their meal. But nowadays, no one will serve them. And their gravy is left to congeal
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(difford/tilbrook) There's no tomorrow. When you feel sorrow,. There's just the evening. There's just the night,. To drink the feelings. Right out the ceiling. There's no tomorrow, now there's
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Well I don't need much. But I need a friend. Heartache you've got time for me. Ain't no trouble with you're always down. To find a friend in misery But that's allright. That's allright. Ain't