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best to be me. Watching your crazy ways and all the lazy days. Digging you more and more the more I see your face. Rowing back down my river, trying my best to be free. Rowing back down my river
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best to be me. Watching your crazy ways and all the lazy days. Digging you more and more the more I see your face. Rowing back down my river, trying my best to be free. Rowing back down my river
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best to be me. Watching your crazy ways and all the lazy days. Digging you more and more the more I see your face. Rowing back down my river, trying my best to be free. Rowing back down my river
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build a stairway to the stars. And climb that stairway to the stars. With love beside us to fill the night with a song. . We'll hear the sound of violins. Out yonder where the blue begins. The moon
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build a stairway to the stars. And climb that stairway to the stars. With love beside us to fill the night with a song. . We'll hear the sound of violins. Out yonder where the blue begins. The moon
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tags). (From some guy) I've never met in Norway. Found him on eBay. . Bridge. I am the type who is liable to snipe you. With two seconds left to go, whoa. Got Paypal or Visa, whatever'll please ya
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The song is ended. But the melody lingers on. You and the song are gone. But the melody lingers on The night was splendid. And the melody seemed to say. Summer will pass away. Take your
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lazy days, the days of summer. Get so exciting, so we sing oh oh oh eh oh. Swing and sway around and dance the rumba. That nimble samba, and we sing oh oh oh eh oh, eh oh. . On the beach have a long
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Chorus. Song, song of the south. Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. Gone, gone with the wind. There ain't nobody looking back again Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch. We all picked
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Chorus. Song, song of the south. Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. Gone, gone with the wind. There ain't nobody looking back again Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch. We all picked
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Without a song, the day would never end. Without a song, the road would never have been. When things go wrong, a man ain't got a friend. Without a song That field of corn, would never see a plow
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Oh, listen here, band up there, on the stand. Sing a joyful song so we can all sing too. Hum a merry tune to us it fits our mood. Simple little feelings we'll derive from you. Sing us a happy
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I'm not very fancy in the mid of air. I'm not proud to say I am merry here. I've found a girl and I love her so. Groovy, groovy woman and she set me free. Hark awhile and listen to this love song
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Lazy days in Los Angeles. If it aint your parents it's the damn police. We just wanna get our kicks for free. We just wanna get our kicks for free. . Well I was walkin' through Mcauthor(?) Park
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Lazy days in Los Angeles. If it aint your parents it's the damn police. We just wanna get our kicks for free. We just wanna get our kicks for free. . Well I was walkin' through Mcauthor(?) Park
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Lazy days in Los Angeles. If it aint your parents it's the damn police. We just wanna get our kicks for free. We just wanna get our kicks for free. . Well I was walkin' through Mcauthor(?) Park
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With a song in my heart. I behold your adorable face. Just a song at the start. But it soon is a hymn to your grace When the music swells. I'm touching your hand. It tells that me you're
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You're sweet as a honey bee. But like a honey bee stings. You've gone and left my heart in pain. All you left is our favorite song. The one we danced to all night long. It used to bring sweet
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If you want to write a song about the moon. Walk along the craters of the afternoon. When the shadows are deep and the light is alien. And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement And you want
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don't last very long. And through the haze of the stage can you look back to days. When you used to sing for the song. Sing for the song boy just like you did when you stood on that corner. And didn't
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as time, true as old as time Ever sweet and strange Finding you can change Learning you were wrong Certain as the sun Certain as the sun Rising in the east Tell as old as time Song as old as rhyme
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tan nhiều. Hãy cứ khóc một dòng sông. Rồi lại mạnh mẽ sống. Còn được sống thì còn yêu. Còn được sống thì còn yêu. Còn được sống thì còn yêu. Điều gì đến sẽ đến. Rap. All around the world . all these
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Song Song Of The Violin - James Otto. The last fifty years. Have seen laughter and tears. And your hair slowly fade to gray . Your children are grown now. And it's hard to believe. How the years have
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