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, your lips. They pull me in the moment. You and I alone, and. People may be watching. I don't mind 'cause. Anywhere with you feels right. Anywhere with you feels like. Paris in the rain. Paris in the rain
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I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,. I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. . I love Paris every moment,. Every moment of
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Bài hát Paris - The Chainsmokers. We were staying in Paris. To get away from your parents. And I thought, "Wow. If I could take this in a shot right now. I don't think that we could work this out
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The tables are empty, the dance floor's deserted. You play the same love song, it's the tenth time you've heard it. That's the beginning, just one of the clues. You've had your first lesson in
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tiny children in grown-up clothes whispered all the crimes of Paris You're not the girl next-door or a girl from France. Or the cigarette girl in the sizzle hot pants. All the words of love seem cruel
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Every time I look down on this timeless town. Whether blue or gray be the sky. Whether loud be her cheers or where soft be her tears. More and more do I realize. I love Paris in the springtime
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the moon. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise. . I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face-to-face
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I love Paris in the spring time. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles. I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles I love Paris every moment. Every moment of the
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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The tables are empty, the dance floor's deserted. You play the same love song, it's the tenth time you've heard it. That's the beginning, just one of the clues. You've had your first lesson, in
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The tables are empty, the dance floor's deserted. You play the same love song, it's the tenth time you've heard it. That's the beginning, just one of the clues. You've had your first lesson, in
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The tables are empty, the dance floor's deserted. You play the same love song, it's the tenth time you've heard it. That's the beginning, just one of the clues. You've had your first lesson, in
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who'll leave ya to sing. The blues in the night" Now the rain's a-fallin'. Hear the train's a callin', whooee. My mama done tol' me. Hear dat lonesome whistle. Blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee! My
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Blues in the night. Artie Shawn. . My mama done tol' me,. When I was in knee pants,. My mama done tol' me,. Son! A woman'll sweet talk. And give ya the big eye;. But when the sweet talkin's
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Such a bad thing to run away from my mother. Right into the arms of a lover. I should walk away from you in my brand new shoes. Because I'm just too young, too young for the blues. . I'm a baby
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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boulevards of Paris. As naked as the day that I will die. The sailors they're so charming there in Paris. But they just don't seem to sail you off my mind (yeah). It's the Honky Tonk women. Give me, give me
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Muzak played But in my head I'm singin'. Singin' the Brooklyn Blues, oh, yeah When you're growin' up in Brooklyn. The Bridge is like a friend. Said when you're growin' up in Brooklyn. That Bridge is
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worrisome thing. Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night”. . Now the rain's a fallin', hear the train's a callin' whooee. My mama done told me. Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the
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Lady sings the blues. She got them bad, she feels so sad. Wants the world to know. Just what the blues is all about The blues ain't nothing. But a pain in your heart. When you got a bad start
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Every time I look down on this timeless town. Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or whether soft be her tears. More and more do I realize. . I love Paris in the
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Song Blues Eyes Crying In The Rain - Willie Nelson. In the twilight glow I see her. Blue eyes crying in the rain. When we kissed goodbye and parted. I knew we'd never meet again. Love is like a dying
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How many times have you heard this song. If I had what he has, my blues would be gone. But, I've got the blues, nothing but the blues, for you I could have been happy with fortune in vain. I have
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How many times have you heard this song. If I had what he has, my blues would be gone. But, I抳e got the blues, nothing but the blues, for you. . I could have been happy with fortune in vain. I
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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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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
