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groove 'em all night Come on, baby, come on to the love festival. We will dance and groove all night. Come on baby, come on to the love festival. We're gonna party till the morning light Come to the
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A little bird, he told me so, he said come on, get on the go. Open your eyes the sky is full of butterflies. The blossoms on the trees stir up the honey bees. Spring makes my fever right spring
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Sou SPRING OF LIFE hajikeru youna. Koiwoshiyouyo SPRING GIRL SPEED UP Sukejuuru wa umatte ite mo. Omoide wa kuuhaku no mama de. Kekkyoku wa sou jibun shidaidesho. Sapuraizu o matte ite mo
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You know this,have faith in spring. And in above and everything. Keep the curtains open. Push the window wide. Let the early morning tumble inside This is really happening. You can rest in bed
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sober month. I failed, but tried and wrote this drunk. In overwhelming silence. Chorus. And I'll see my friends when all this ends. But now until then, I'm holdin' out for spring. We can't let winter win
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Dich hier oben noch hllt. Ich schrei in die Nacht fr Dich, lass mich nicht im Stich. Spring nicht, die lichter fangen Dich nicht, sie betrgen Dich. Spring nicht, erinner Dich an Dich und mich. Die
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Havin' a nationwide festival for fourteen days and nights. Ah, there's fifty four bands on a river boat spot in the lights. Hundred of vans and tents all on the banks of the Ohio. Bandstands
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Spring is here. Why doesn't my heart go dancing?. Spring is here. Why isn't the waltz entrancing? No desire, no ambition leads me. Maybe it's because nobody needs me Spring is here. Why doesn't
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Bài hát Spring Breakdown - Luke Bryan. It's been a real good run. Playing out here in the sun. Year after year, beer after beer. I've watched this crowd grow. I swear y'all don't know what ya mean to
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Spring is here, why doesn't my heart go dancing?. Spring is here, why isn't the waltz entrancing?. . No desire, no ambition leads me. Maybe it's because nobody needs me?. . Spring is here, why
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Once there was a thing called Spring. When the world was writing verses like yours and mine All the lads and girls would sing. When we sat at little tables and drank May wine Now April, May and
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Once there was a thing called spring. When the world was writing verses like yours and mine. All the lads and girls would sing. When we sat at little tables and drank May wine. Now April, May
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ti. ar. al. GOOD CHARLOTTE. "Festival Song". I don't care about a thing today. I used to but I'm fed up. And I can hear the words you say. I wish that you would shut up. I've got responsibility. that
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ti. ar. al. GOOD CHARLOTTE. "Festival Song". I don't care about a thing today. I used to but I'm fed up. And I can hear the words you say. I wish that you would shut up. I've got responsibility. that
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Song Summer, Winter, Spring And Fall - Glen Campbell. Summer winter spring and fall these are the lonely times. For the times I miss you most of all are summer winter spring and fall. Your love for
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Do you remember the festival. We took those drugs I never thought I'd get into that pumpin' stuff. A thousand eyes won't recognise us. 'Cause I know you and you know me. That's all you need and
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I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm. I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever. But I know it isn't spring I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented. Like a
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I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm. I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever. But I know it isn't spring I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented. Like a
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When lonely feelings chill. The meadows of your mind. Just think if winter comes. Can spring be far behind? Beneath the deepest snows. The secret of a rose. Is merely that it knows. You must
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When lonely feelings chill. The meadows of your mind. Just think if winter comes. Can spring be far behind? Beneath the deepest snows. The secret of a rose. Is merely that it knows. You must
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I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm. I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever. But I know it isn't even spring I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented