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You must take the "A" train. To go to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem. If you miss the "A" train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on, now it's coming. Listen to
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it roll down the highway. Roll, roll Look at the sign, we're in the wrong place. Move out boys and let's get ready to race. Four fifty-four's coming over the hill. The man on patrol is gonna give
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baby, I know how it goes. And right now I feel it in my bones. That I gotta go on my own. I got concrete walls. Got concrete walls. Hold me tight, don't let go. But I don't think I'm ready for love. No
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You must take the "A" train. To go to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem. If you miss the "A" train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on, now it's coming. Listen to
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You must take the "A" train. To go to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem. If you miss the "A" train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on, now it's coming. Listen to
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You must take the "A" train. To go to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem. If you miss the "A" train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on, now it's coming. Listen to
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You must take the "A" train. To go to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem. If you miss the "A" train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on, now it's coming. Listen to
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I'm going away to leave you, I'm going to leave you in disgrace. Nothing in my favour, got the wind in my face. I'm going home, hey hey hey, over the hill. Over the hill, hey hey hey, over the
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, when he dies on a lonely hill. Why don't you rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
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Armageddon. Up high on Vinegar Hill. The priest's name was Citizen Murphy. I didn't like him much. He didn't believe in the rights of man. Just the power of the Catholic Church. But I never saw a man as
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Song A Showman'S Life - George Strait, Faith Hill. A showman's life is a smokey bar. And the fevered chase of a tiny star. It's a hotel room and a lonely wife. From what I've seen of a showman's
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. Or we can get outta here . I wanna write your name in the dust on the windshield . Ride you 'round town a time or two . Take you to the top of that big hill . Get a little lost in the light of the moon
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a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide. You talkin' *, tryna take me for a ride. I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel. Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel. Lettin' out a bullet
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You say you don't like. Where we call home. The way we live. Is bad and wrong. Travellin around instead. Of settling down. Our peace on mind. Is the highway sound. Another hill to climb. Another meal
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lust crushed. He couldn't make the call his eyes were. Gripped on licking tongues enough's enough. Failed for once. Long digging gone fishing love. Drinking. The bartender and the thief are lovers
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dim. On the rim of the hill. In the chill, still of the night
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Bài hát I Need You - Tim McGraw, Faith Hill. I wanna drink that shot of whiskey. I wanna smoke that cigarette. I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breathe. I wanna ride across West Virginia in
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. Graveyards full of promises. Tha no one can recall A castle full of rascals. A fortress full of thieves. A parliament of silver tongues. That latter to deceive Oh my darling Carolina. If you get the
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comes scary lights. It's shin on me. Kill my breath. Till my worst fear is gone. We can't follow their rules whatsoever. Now we're climbing up. On the hill of sorrow. We're going to hell . is that where
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Once I sat upon a hill. To watch the world go by. My friend the young magician. Had forbidden me to cry. But I was the comedian. With the laughs in short supply. . Shine on silver sun. Shine
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moon growing dim. On the rim of the hill. In the chill, still of the night
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the moth. Edging in, towards the flame,. Burn into obscurity. . Still and transfix me. The electric sheep are dreaming up your fate. And judge you from the card castle. Comfort all on America
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Bài hát A to the K - Cypress Hill. Look bib you it heard on the radio. You seen it on the TV show, A to the K. A to the motherfucking Z. A to the motherfucking K homeboy. A to the motherfucking K
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a virtue, hard to come by. You can teach me how to love. If you'll only try; So please!. Don't give up so soon. . I never knew you the way you are;. The Blinded bird is not sincere,. His
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eighty-five hill. Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side. Open it up tonight the devil can ride Hang on St. Christopher with a barrelhouse dog. Kick me up Mount Baldy, throw me out in the fog
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End of The American,. The End - The End of The American,. The End - The End of The American,. The End - The End of The American Witch,. . Alone on the hill and ready to die,. Cancer of darkness
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caving in,. Come too far to pretend that we don't - we don't miss where we started,. Looking back, I see a setting sun, and watch my shadow fade into the floor,. I am left standing on the edge. Wondering
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those in Peril on the sea. Oh Christ, the Lord of hill and plain,. O'er which our traffic runs amain. By mountain pass or valley low,. Wherever, Lord our brethren go,. Protect them by Thy guarding
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. And now the clang of charcoal hill. And you took the old religion from. The woman on the hill. . Chorus X2. You thought you left it all behind. You thought you'd up and gone. When all you did was
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an' never settle for less When you deal with the Hill, keep your mouth sealed. If you rely on your skill then rely on your steel. If you have no ideal or any thoughts to feel. What you sought was
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. And days die young when you're gone and you're gone. There goes the sun, oceans away. And leaves the day for someone else. Honestly I thought that we could make it all the way,. Barefoot on beaches
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Bài hát Up On The Hills - Psychopunch. Like a demon seed - I'm goin' out of my head. I can't believe all the * * that I have to grind. It's impossible - my little cotton head. I heard you
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gonna be alright. Got no religion, but tonight. Baby, I got heaven on my mind. Now I'm standing in the light. Everything is gonna be alright. Got no religion, but tonight. Baby, I got heaven on my mind
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Bài hát Pretty's On The Inside - Nightcore, Chloe Adams. I don't look like her. She's in all the magazines. So much prettier than me. You don't know it hurts. Staring at my iPhone screen. Watching
