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I've been really tryin baby. Tryin to hold back this feeling for so long. And if you feel like I feel baby. Come on, oh come on, ooh. . Let's get it on
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Yeah, wanna talk. Talk about gettin' it on. (keep gettin'it on, keep gettin' it on). Early in the morning, talk about gettin' it on. (keep gettin' it on, keep gettin' it on). . You wanna have, s
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You know, when you're in love and your lover leaves you. And you've got nobody, the lonely hours over here. Sittin' home and thinkin', you say. . Distant Lover, Lover. Ooh, So many miles away ooh
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(William "Mickey" Stevenson/Sylvia Moy). (with Kim Weston). HER One can have a dream, baby. HIM Two can make that dream so real. HER One can talk about bein' in love. HIM Two can say how it reall
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Mother, mother. There's too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother. There's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way. To bring some lovin' here today - Yah. . Father,
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(Allen Collins - Ronnie Vanzant). . If I leave here tomorrow. Would you still remember me?. For I must be traveling on, now,. 'Cause there's too many places I've got to see. But, if I stayed her
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(Marvin Gaye/Anna Gaye/Elgie Stover). Flying high in the friendly sky. Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no. Rest of the folks are tired and weary. Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies d
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Dйjame que te cuente limeсo. Dйjame que te diga la gloria. Del ensueсo que evoca la memoria. Del viejo puente. Del rнo y la alameda. . Dйjame que te cuente limeсo. Ahora que aъn perfuma el
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acabe esta noche y que no me enamore yo". . Andando por La Alameda, tъ me empezaste a contar. Causas, azares y luchas, en estos dнas y al pasar. Por delante de La Moneda, tъ tarareaste a Jara. Me
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Caravan. Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump. I got enough to get me through the traffic jam. At least I hope cause my pockets broke as a promise man. I'm thinking bout that ***, thinking
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Caravan. Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump. I got enough to get me through the traffic jam. At least I hope cause my pockets broke as a promise man. I'm thinking bout that ***, thinking
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Caravan. Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump. I got enough to get me through the traffic jam. At least I hope cause my pockets broke as a promise man. I'm thinking bout that ***, thinking
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you gotta run that chain. Smoking on that purple rain. We only smoke a certain strain. Soon as you call twice nigga. Welcome to the circle maine. Catch me off of Rodeo, Alameda, Figueroa. Whoop these