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heroes offer is a fear of the future, ooh. Past made useless and Im dying now. Communal tyranny a jail that bleeds our wrists, ooh Motown, Motown junk. I laughed when Lennon got shot. 21 years of
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They say the snow came early that winter, that year. A little foundling child on the Sister's stairs. But don't pity me, I'm the lucky one. Oh, can't you see, that's where songs come from
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The songs they're playin' that we both romanced to. Those lovely songs we stayed up late and danced to. They taught me where my heart belongs. These are the songs I love! The tender melodies we
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live life on the back of this melody Me and my friends spent life in plastic. Brand new times and brand new happenings. We get up to all kind of antics. There's another one. That's classic. That's
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There once was a musical troupe. A pickin' singin' folk group. They sang the mountain ballads. And the folk songs of our land They were long on musical ability. Folks thought they would go far
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along. Just like our high school, high school musical. Improvisation without a script, no one's written it. And now we have the chance to. Someday we'll be lookin' back, memories we'll had. All the songs
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gone but not forgotten. Some still goin' strong. There's Waylon, Hank, my daddy, and the man in black. Oughta be more songs about that. More songs, more songs about that. More songs, more songs about
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confusing. Rappers were singing and rockers DJ'ing. There's no guitars on the songs that they're playing. I called my shrink to see if I was healthy. I called my mom and she was taking selfies. Grew up on MTV
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that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry. I write the songs, I write the songs. My home lies deep within you. And I've
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that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry. I write the songs, I write the songs. My home lies deep within you. And I've
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that love is for everyone,. Love isn't just for the young. . musical interlude. . But if you still have songs left unsung,. Just remember that love is for everyone,. Love isn't just for the young.
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that I'll get over you. That's so easy to say but hard to do. You're the one I sing my love songs to. The songs that say I'm sad and blue. And I am when I think of you. That's about all that I do. I've
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I know which way the wind blows. 40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,. Even though I feel bad. . (X2). And I know that ohhhh. I'm not comin back. Ohh not going back. God
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I know which way the wind blows. 40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,. Even though I feel bad. . (X2). And I know that ohhhh. I'm not comin back. Ohh not going back. God
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find. . Is the magic of our summer love. Is the magic of our summer love. . Musical interlude. . The whisper of the sea. Echoing your name. The soothing ocean breeze. That set my heart aflame
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rattle snake that bit him. She was the blow from up behind. She thought the tear in his eye just might fit him. And he was the last thing on her mind She put the sad in all his songs. She put the blues
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this love on you. It's 6 o'clock you in my spot, we talk all the way to 7. Through 8 o'clock, through 9 o'clock. Watching Ocean's Eleven. Then it's 10, then it's 11. Downstairs you can hear that
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love you so. And I just hope that this love will grow. Inseparable till we get old. Keepin' on like the song on the radio Me and you gotta good thing goin' on. Like a classic love song, yeah, see
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Bài hát The Old Songs - Barry Manilow . Candles burning, glasses are chilled and soon she'll be by . Hope and pray she'll say that she's willing to give us another try . And if all those plans I
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chances still ya * with this style. Now that you know, Chi-ali can't be tooken. Pass the 40 'cause my mother's not lookin' Yo give me that, kid, you pah will put you in the mourge. Listen to hot
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40 days and I miss you. I'm so high that I've lost my mind. It's the summer I'm thinking of. 40 days and I'm blown away If I saw something new. I guess I wouldn't worry. If I saw something new
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Bài hát Sad Songs - Marshmello. 'Cause I’m so tired of the sad songs. And I'm just tryna get myself together. And I just wanna, I just wanna move on (Move on). When the time is right, then we'll talk
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Gordon Lightfoot sang a song about a boat that sank. In the lake at the break of the morning. A cat named Stevens found a faith he could believe in. And Joan Baez, I never listened to too much
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his nurse to the nursery to investigate the noise. Instinctively nanny hurled the musical box at the bearded child, destroying both. . Play me old king cole. That I may join with you,. All your
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"40 Mark Strasse". Is it all so very simple. And horribly complex. You're suffering. And there's nothing coming next. Your mom smokes in the kitchen. Her voice a cutting drone. They're
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thats the only way i can hear your voice . after all that i bought ya and everything that i called ya . belive me when i say that im sorry for it . . now what in the hell am i suppose to do . when
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. All the song they wrote that gave us chills. That's why I write songs
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brings. It brings it brings it brings it brings. . These are the songs that we sing. We sing. These are the songs that I sing. We sing. These are the songs that we sing. We sing. These are the
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Hathaway. Write a song for you like this. You're over my head, I'm out of my mind. Thinkin' I was born in the wrong time. One of a kind, livin' in a world gone plastic. Baby, you're so classic (yeah, yeah
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rather die, than go home. And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres Unpolished, unapologetic. This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit. You thought Tony in that cell would've made us timid. We found
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rather die, than go home. And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres Unpolished, unapologetic. This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit. You thought Tony in that cell would've made us timid. We found
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, heat it up, speed it up, that means I'm gone. Like gears, ahead of your Buzz, Toy Story and club songs. Boy, gone, the A-T-L-iens are phoning home. But I feel like a librarian, cause style's are being
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Well, these Highway 40 blues. I've walked holes in both my shoes. Counted the days since I've been gone. And I'd love to see the lights of home Wasted time and money too. Squandered youth in
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Lumiere Here we are, warm and cozy by the fire's glow. . Belle Singing songs and stealing kisses under the mistletoe. . Pumbaa We've finished our feasts. . Goofy Had the tastiest
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strain. With folk songs plaintive and others gay. In their own peculiar way. . American folk songs, i feel. Have a much stronger appeal. . The real American folksong is a rag. A mental jag. A
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. So he started drinking and took somethings. That meesed up his thinking. He was sure sinking when she came along. He was born in the spot light not to much left inside. She changed all that one
