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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I'll see you. I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I need to. So I'm leaving for Paris, won't you try to take care of yourself?. Just you try
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I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I'll see you. I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I need to. So I'm leaving for Paris, won't you try to take care of yourself?. Just you try
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I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I'll see you. I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I need to. So I'm leaving for Paris, won't you try to take care of yourself?. Just you try
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Paris est si belle. Et tes mots si doux. Et tout se joue alors qu'elle se fout bien de nous. Il fait froid tu m'enlaces. Tes yeux me caressent. Les journ'es passent. Tandis que plus rien ne
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Oh whata groomy day in Newport'verything is sad, sad, sad. Yes what a groomy day in Newport everything is sad, sad. You know it's a groomy day in Newport. One awhile a time to have a hand. What
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He went to Paris. Looking for answers. To questions that bothered him so He was impressive. Young and aggressive. Savin' the world on his own. But the warm summer breezes. The French wines and
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marianne rebelle me disait. qu'elle est plus jolie mtisse. ici paris. caravanes, vent du dsert,. mais nous n'irons plus la guerre. l'attaque. ici new-york, ici moscou. chacun pour soi, tous
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Then came the question and it was about time. The answer came back and it was long. The house it was built by some man in a rhyme,. But whatever came of his talented son?. Who wrote me a dialogue
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vos mains. . Le temps de m'y faire. Je prends mes affaires. Et puis j'arrive. Le temps qu'il me reste. Pour ceux que je laisse. L?, sur l'autre rive. Et sourire. Tant que je respire. Si j'y
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dйliй, les pieds, lui a dйliй. Le prisonnier alerte, le prisonnier alerte. Dans la Loire s'est jetй, dans la Loire s'est jetй. Dиs qu'il fыt sur la rive, dиs qu'il fыt sur la rive. Il se mit а chanter
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!. On the banks of old Paris,. Bohemian love. It's paradise . . All the old bridges know us,. Witnesses to the crazy promises,. That the echo in the current will recount. To the merry, cheeky sparrows
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happiness. Her own little son, named Johnny B. Goode. Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood. . I said Bye Bye Bye Bye. I said Bye Bye Bye Bye. I said Bye Bye Johnny Bye Bye Johnny B
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happiness. Her own little son, named Johnny B. Goode. Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood. . I said Bye Bye Bye Bye. I said Bye Bye Bye Bye. I said Bye Bye Johnny Bye Bye Johnny B
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One evening fair I took the air. Down by blackwaterside. 'twas gazing all around me. When the irish lad I spied. . All through the first part of that night. We did lie in sport and play,. When
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laissez glisser le long du Groлnland. Qui fait froid dans l'dos. Attention! Зa dйrape. . Vous prenez а gauche par la mer du Nord. Et puis а droite par la Manche. Et lа, vous verrez un machin. Qui
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burning. . In the night three children died, now, all were under five. That's alright, God's on our side, now, our religious right. And someone's learning, someone's learning. The world keeps turning
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burning. . In the night three children died, now, all were under five. That's alright, God's on our side, now, our religious right. And someone's learning, someone's learning. The world keeps turning
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In bruton town there lived a noble man. . He had two sons and a daughter fair. . By night and day they were contriving. . For to fill their sister's heart with care. . . . One night one
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. . The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass. Cuz the tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz. It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground. In the one-six below, ya didn't have to go
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,. In moonshine or in sun. And if any cross the path I choose to tread,. Their chances they are poor. My name is john the gun. ''. . Chorus
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By jimmy buffett. 1973. He went to paris lookin for answers. To questions that bothered him so. He was impressive, young and aggressive. Savin the world on his own. . But the warm summer
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From Paris to Berlin,. And every disco I get in,. My heart is pumping for love,. Pumping for love,. 'Cause when I'm thinking of you,. And all the things we could do,. My heart is pumping for love
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From Paris to Berlin,. And every disco I get in,. My heart is pumping for love,. Pumping for love,. 'Cause when I'm thinking of you,. And all the things we could do,. My heart is pumping for love
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Hide in your shell cos the world is out to bleed you for a ride. What will you gain, making your life a little longer?. Heaven or Hell, was the journey cold that gave you eyes of steel?. Shelter
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she had a golden heart,. For to love, she said. And she did not lie. Wait for the dawn and we'll watch for the sun. As we turn it will seem. To arise in the sky. . We heard that song while
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nearer. Hope the foglifts, make it clearer. Then I realised my paperplane. Wasn't really up there with me. We all make mistakes, forgive me. Would you like to ride my paperplane. . Riding in a three
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roadhouse. We're gonna have a real good time. . In the back of the Roadhouse they got someone to love. At the back of the Roadhouse they got someone to love. That's sort of people like to go down slow
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roadhouse. We're gonna have a real good time. . In the back of the Roadhouse they got someone to love. At the back of the Roadhouse they got someone to love. That's sort of people like to go down slow
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nearer. Hope the foglifts, make it clearer. Then I realised my paperplane. Wasn't really up there with me. We all make mistakes, forgive me. Would you like to ride my paperplane. . Riding in a three
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Tu t'en vas la drive. Sur la rivire du souvenir. Et moi, courant sur la rive. Je te crie de revenir Mais, lentement, tu t'loignes. Et dans ta course perdue. Peu peu, je te regagne. Un peu de
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words. Va', pensiero, sull'ali dorate. Va', ti posa sui clivi, sui colli. Ove olezzano tepide e molli. L'aure dolci del suolo natal. Del Giordano le rive saluta. Di Sione le torri atterrate. Oh mia