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you remember walking out. The day it rained forever?. And you were wondering. If I held dreams of wedding rings Well, farewell Mr. Sorrow. Farewell Mr. Sorrow. Tomorrow is my own I believe we
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He's a bad man, Mr. Bad Man. And she had enough of him. So the wolves try to dry her eyes. 'Cause the bad man made her cry But everyday I know that. I may just be closer to the sea of frozen
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Hello Mr. Heartache, I've been expecting you. Come in and wear your welcome out. The way you always do. You never say if you're here to stay. Or only passin' through. So hello Mr. Heartache
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Hello Mr. Heartache, I've been expecting you. Come in and wear your welcome out. The way you always do. You never say if you're here to stay. Or only passin' through. So hello Mr. Heartache
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Song Mr. Pain - The 69 Eyes. Lights out all night. I've been lying there. Shiverin' and shakin'. Heart full of fear. Everything's gettin' much too clear. Life's a bitch. I just let you too near. On
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Music makes pictures and often tells stories. All of it magic and all of it true. And all of the pictures and all of the stories. All of the magic, the music is you Music makes pictures and often
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words. Bum bum bum bum bum. Gravy. Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum. Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bum bum bum bum). Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bum bum bum bum
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Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya. Yes, you guessed it oh la it's over Time was right, the vibe was right. Ready to get into you all night. I wasn't really into puttin' up a fight. I let you
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Music must be a lady. The way it makes me love to me. Me, ooh, you, music, music. I'm so amazed by your choice of melodies. That you used on me, Lady Music When we make love it's like we're
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ain't no fun. Lord knows that I should. Run off with the right one Me and Mr. Wrong get along so good (so good). Even though he breaks my heart so bad (so bad). We got a special thing going on. Me
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tiExcuse Me Mr. arNo Doubt. lauk. I like a beggar with no luck. I'm holding signs up. On your streetcorner stops. Like most you try not to see me. You stare straight ahead. Ignore the responsibility
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strange little voices, live in my ears. Hall monster, mall monster, I can't be the old me no more Homemade music ain't on the radio. Homemade music, searchin' high and low. Homemade music, where did all
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strange little voices, live in my ears. Hall monster, mall monster, I can't be the old me no more Homemade music ain't on the radio. Homemade music, searchin' high and low. Homemade music, where did all
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