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Bài hát Linked - Jim Yosef, Anna Yvette. Anna Yvette. More then lovers. Destined to find, one another. Like lightning and thunder. Can't have one without the other (woah). It was written in the stars
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Anna Solatia, dolce e palese,. Ti amo ancora, cos? Come sempre. L'amore sia lodato. . Anna Solatia, dolce e palese,. Ti amo ancora, tuttavia,. Cos? Come sempre.
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Song Anna Rose - Vienna Teng. Anna Roe dancing on the carpet of the sky. Time to close your wondering eyes. Where I see the sleepiness creeping . Anna Rose it makes my heart smile. To know you
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picture your face at the back of my eyes. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize. Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness. A thousand ships couldn't sail me back
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picture your face at the back of my eyes. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize. Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness. A thousand ships couldn't sail me back
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Well Jo'anna she runs a country. She runs in Durban and the Transvaal. She makes a few of her people happy, oh. She don't care about the rest at all She's got a system they call apartheid. It keep
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Well Jo'anna she runs a country. She runs in Durban and the Transvaal. She makes a few of her people happy, oh. She don't care about the rest at all She's got a system they call apartheid. It keep
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, starting to fall. Come let us sit a while, just listen. To the children laughing and running wild. . Anna anna anna. Yeah this is anna's song hey baby hey baby. Loving you all night long. Let it
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and made a mess. . I picture your face in the back of my eyes,. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize,. Anna-molly, anna-molly, anna-molly. . A cloud hangs over,. And mutes my happiness,. A
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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Wilson. Chorus. Hey girl, How you doin'. My name is Charile, last name Wilson. I was wonderin' if I could take you out. Show you a good time, invite you to my house. Here is my number, girl you can
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Bài hát Titanium - Anna Kendrick. Sia. You Shout It Out,. But I can't hear a word you say. I'm talking loud not saying much. I'm criticized by all your bullets ricochet. You shoot me down,But i get
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Time 258 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap. Producer brian wilson/russ titelman. Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios. Brian wilson/eugene landy I
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Bài hát Supergirl (Radio Edit) - Anna Naklab, Younotus, Alle Farben. Verse 1 Anna Naklab. You can tell by the way. She walks that she's my girl. You can tell by the way. She talks, she rules the
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I believe you Mr. Wilson. I believe the things you say. And I'm always thinking of you. When I hear your music play And you know it's true. That Wales is not like California in any way. And
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name is Charlie, last name Wilson. I was wonderin' if I could take you out. Show you a good time, invite you to my house. Here is my number, girl you can call me. And don't forget it baby, the name
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Anna Blue oh. Anna Blue oh. Anna. Not me, not you. Just time and a sigh. On a line look in fine print-. The small town dream. To be part of the scene. You can wear it with a style. In your
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can't stop shakin'. And I can't stop touchin' her And this time when kindness falls like rain. It washes her away. And Anna begins to change her mind "These seconds when I'm shakin'. Leave me
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wouldn't care. We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, ride round pickin' up clues. We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, 'raise em on rhythm and blues Lord it'd be great to find a place we could escape
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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world is fading, there’s a secret power. Hidden in your soul, don’t be afraid to use it. Verse Anna Yvette, Anna Yvette & Laura Brehm. There are voices, in your head saying. That you’re a failure, misfit