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; clementine", you know. . In a cavern, in a canyon,. Dadada dadadada. A song with no recognizable merit what'soever, and imagine what might have happened if, for example, cole porter had tried writing this
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hall girl called Nan (Don't you tell). Clementine We do know that the shot or two was heard from some back room. Then there was a silence in the place. Just one more trip to town but all his chips
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hall girl called Nan (Don't you tell). Clementine We do know that the shot or two was heard from some back room. Then there was a silence in the place. Just one more trip to town but all his chips
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Song Clementine - Sarah Jaffe. 50 states, 50 lines, 50 crying all the times. 50 boys, 50 lies, 50 I'm gonna change my minds. So I changed my mind, I changed my mind. Now I'm feeling different. We
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Bài hát Style - Taylor Swift. Midnight,. You come and pick me up, no headlights. A long drive,. Could end in burning flames or paradise. Fade into view, oh, it's been a while since I have even heard
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Rainbows are gettin' back in style. There's sunshine everywhere. And I'm learning how to smile The only time it rains, is to cool things for a while. But since I met you, I can't forget you. The
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Hit in the USA ( OST Beck) (J-rock) - Beat Crusaders. (Go! Go!) . (Hey!) I've never dreamed before . I'm gonna knock the door . Into the world of perfect free . (You ain't no lonely!) . You're gonna
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all eternity smells like heaven to me, yeah, yeah, yeah Why be sad when you can smile?. If I must go I'm going out in style Don't be sad or broken hearted. Spread my ashes in the shoe department
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. Than I left behind. . Oh my darling. Oh my darling. Oh my darling, Clementine. Turn the water. Turn the water. Turn the water into holy water. . You are restless. Very young. Got a message
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in squad cars/Looking at me like I'm Bily The Kid. Chorus. Live for the nightime. Sleeping all day. Nightime is the right time. Murder style. its the way I talk/walk. Leather and black lace/Boys
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. And it's so grammable, babe. I like your fashion style, it drives me crazy. Hey, you're my type. One and only, don't be Kylie, Palvin, Cara. Truly divine, new style in making. You got me fly high. So
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Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years. It comes, and everyone's in fear. We pray, and hope we will survive. If they don't like me then I die. No, I ain't talkin' 'bout style. Cause style can make
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yeah, there's got to be a better way. Ooh, and I don't care, I know that when I Live in the country, if I live in the country. Live in the country, I'll find another way. Live in the country, to get
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my clan we be stickin'. Whatever, my street family stays together. Represent what I invent, killa hill. Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent. The street life is the only life I know I live
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Bài hát Summer Days In Bloom (High Society OST) - Maximilian Hecker. Paralyzed by ancient delight. And riding for a fall today. I am dressed in style, so eager in mind. But furthermore distracted by
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don't believe in strangers. Only sinners with a savior. 'Cause her mom and daddy raised her. Southern style She's a Friday night light lover. A Billy Graham fan like her mother. Wants her daddy and
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I'd like to live in a wigwam. Yes, I'd like to live in a wigwam. I'd like to live in a wigwam. And dance round the totem pole I'd like to live in an igloo. Yes, I'd like to live in an igloo. I'd
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Bài hát Blowing In The Wind (Who Are You School 2015 OST) - BaeChiGi, Punch. I’m floating around alone. Everyone around me is leaving. Seats are emptying one by one. I blame myself for just watching
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Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live. In * town. Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live. In our town Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live. In * town. Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live The weavers live
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Catch me, I'm falling so fast and I can't seem to find. All the reasons I had when the purpose was mine. Now I stumble so fast rolling into the night. Kiss me quick before I land and am broken in
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. Doesn't matter who you are. When you movin' up with Alcazar This is the world we live in. (Ohh). And these are the hands we're given. (Ohh). Use them and let's start tryin'. (Ohh). To make it a place
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York. Blowin' dro in the 6, on the way to court These hoes don't love me, they love my Benz. Love my rims, love my style. These fiends don't love me, they love my coke. Love my dope, love my ink
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on the road is where we like to be seated. We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style. We got half-pint style,. We. Got a b-boy style. We got to put that * together in a creative style. We