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. . The dreamer and the wine. Poet without a rhyme. A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell. . One last perfect verse. Is still the same old song
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. . The dreamer and the wine. Poet without a rhyme. A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell. . One last perfect verse. Is still the same old song
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think I'm crazy. Well, that's nothing. Well, that's nothing. Verse 2 - Eminem. Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me. To seize the moment and don't squander it. 'Cause you never
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I once knew a poet. Who lived before his time. He and his dog spooner. Would listen while he'd rhyme. Words to make ya happy. Words to make you cry. Then one day the poet suddenly did die
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They say oh my god I see the way you shine. Take your hand, my dear, and place them both in mine. You know you stopped me dead when I was passing by. And now I beg to see you dance just one more time
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answers. But I surely know the songs. That suit me best. . But lately I've had something on my mind. It's growing stronger all the time. Calling out when I'm alone. But I'm a poet. And I'm bound to
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answers. But I surely know the songs. That suit me best. . But lately I've had something on my mind. It's growing stronger all the time. Calling out when I'm alone. But I'm a poet. And I'm bound to
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. I need your love. I take a deep breath everytime I pass your door. I know you're there but I can't see you anymore. And that's the reason you're in the dark. I've been a stranger ever since we fell
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The sun shines through my bedroom window. Like a long lost friend. And I can't describe how good it feels to. See him back again If I were a tender poet. Maybe I could speak. All those lines and
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. Easy and sad. . I could tell you a lot, but it's not. In a gentleman's code. Make it one for my baby. And one more for the road. . You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet. And I've got
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. Easy and sad. . I could tell you a lot, but it's not. In a gentleman's code. Make it one for my baby. And one more for the road. . You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet. And I've got
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The sun shines through my bedroom window. Like a long lost friend. And I can't describe how good it feels to. See him back again. If I were a tender poet maybe I could speak. All those lines and
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,. Make it one for my baby. And one more for the road. I got the routine,. So drop another nickel in the machine,. I'm feelin' so bad,. I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad,. Could tell you a
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(hot). I make your dreams come true when you wake up (dream). And your look's just the same without no make-up. Had to pull up on your mama, see what you're made of (mama). Ain't gotta worry 'bout 'em
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The moon and I, we know each other well. I'm safe beneath its light. It passes by, and sees but doesn't tell. The secrets of the night. Like the sweet forbidden feelings deep inside me. The
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The moon and I, we know each other well. I'm safe beneath its light. It passes by, and sees but doesn't tell. The secrets of the night. Like the sweet forbidden feelings deep inside me. The
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on the ground. On which we stand. . Somewhere, someday, someone. Will help us to survive. They're gonna show us hell. And bring us back alive. . Well, I'm no poet, but I can't be fooled. The
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(Dolly Parton) Your love is like a gentle breeze. That's always blowin' over me. I know you're all I'll ever need. In each and every way You're both ends of the rainbow. My colors and my pot of
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(Dolly Parton) Your love is like a gentle breeze. That's always blowin' over me. I know you're all I'll ever need. In each and every way You're both ends of the rainbow. My colors and my pot of
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look good, but any car can get a wax. Anyway, I like cars a lot. Whenever I pass a shop with reflective windows. I slow down and make a man pass. But here's the problem with second-hand cars. You
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I cut the ties and I jumped the track. For never to return. . Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in. Are you aware the shape I'm in?. My hands they shake, my head it spins. Ahh Brooklyn, Brooklyn
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One for my baby (from duets). . Writer(s) johnny mercer/harold arlen. . Its quarter to three,. There's no one in the place cept you and me. So set em up joe. I got a little story I think you
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make the music dreamy and sad. Could tell a lot but you've got to be true to your code. So make it one for my baby, yes and one more for the road. You'd never know it but buddy I'm a kind of poet. And I
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Not a single day goes by. Show me what is through my mind. I know somebody kiden at mine. I'm so missing you (I'm so missing you). And until 'cause some helepher shaded. I know we have the special
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It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place. Except you and me. So set 'em' up joe, I got a little story. I think you should know. We're drinking my friend, to the end. Of a brief episode
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Bài hát Top Of The World - The Carpenters. Such a feelin's comin' over me . There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see. Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes. And I won't be surprised if
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,. I saw him the night I was born,. In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar. From an old man so tattered and torn. . And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'. Like the door-to
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One for my baby (from duets). . Writer(s) johnny mercer/harold arlen. . Its quarter to three,. There's no one in the place cept you and me. So set em up joe. I got a little story I think you
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One for my baby (from duets). . Writer(s) johnny mercer/harold arlen. . Its quarter to three,. There's no one in the place cept you and me. So set em up joe. I got a little story I think you
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?. We're high-fashion, we're last chances. Which came first, the music or the misery?. We're high-fashion, we're last chances. (Go!). I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud,. To calm your nerves I'm
