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fight over you. I got time to kill. Sly looks in corridors. Without a plan of yours. A blackbird sings on bluebird hill. Thanks to the calling of the wild. Wise men's child.
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to kill. Sly looks in corridors. Without a plan of yours. A blackbird sings on bluebird hill. Thanks to the calling of the wild. Wise mens' child. . Near a tree by a river. There's a hole in
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you will come on. . Down here,. Likewise a likewise,. You never could tell me no,. You never could you never could. . Always,. A blackbird to paint the calm. You never could taste the fa-all
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blackbird sing. You fly to the sun. And you're going to burn your wings I don't see the reason why. Every angel must fly. I'm betrayed by the tear in my eye. In my eye. Well, I know every angel must fly
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to kill. Sly looks in corridors. Without a plan of yours. A blackbird sings on bluebird hill. Thanks to the calling of the wild. Wise mens' child. . Near a tree by a river. There's a hole in
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to kill. Sly looks in corridors. Without a plan of yours. A blackbird sings on bluebird hill. Thanks to the calling of the wild. Wise mens' child. . Near a tree by a river. There's a hole in
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of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill. Thanks to the calling of the wild. Wise mens child Near a tree by a river. There's a hole in the ground. Where an old man of Aran. Goes around and
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as the sun. Oh you know I love my folks. But I keep starin' down the road. Just lookin' for my one chance to run. Yeah, 'cause I will soar away like the blackbird. I will blow in the wind like a sea
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steady as the sun. Oh you know I love my folks. But I keep starin' down the road. Just lookin' for my one chance to run. . Yeah, 'cause I will soar away like a blackbird. I will blow in the wind like
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Bài hát Morning Has Broken - Art Garfunkel, Diana Krall. Morning has broken,. like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken,. like the first bird. Praise for the singing,. praise for the morning
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of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill. Thanks to the calling of the wild. Wise mens child Near a tree by a river. There's a hole in the ground. Where an old man of Aran. Goes around and
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of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill. Thanks to the calling of the wild. Wise mens child Near a tree by a river. There's a hole in the ground. Where an old man of Aran. Goes around and
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Blackbird sitting on a telephone line singing something true. Doesn't need no rhyme or reason, she just suppose to. Schoolgirl, backpack, riding on an old bike - looks a lot like you. Can't erase you
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ride that goes nowhere. But I'll pull some strings. Get blackbird wings. And break us out of there. Hey Joey. C'mon tell me 'bout your dreams. Tell me all the sights you're gonna see. Tell me who you're
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. Blackbird rise up and tell me what have you done I'm not drunk and I'm not sad. There's nothing inside that I want back. Let me touch your lips, let me see where you're at Do you wonder how I am tonight
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this bullshit phase me I see lights and I go crazy. Cool is the wind, dark is the sky. Blackbird sings in the dead of the night. Take these broken joints and get high. take your worries kiss 'em goodbye
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Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn. Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm. I grew up like my daddy did, my grandpa cleared this land. When I was five, I walked a fence
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Blackbird sitting on an open gate. Old camel now walking the plains. West wind blowing in waist high weed. A-sideways of the rain A bloodhound spent. Can't get no trail. Ain't no sign of man
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worth it. 0135. 980God damn you belong. 0138. 440Suddenly lost in the way. 0144. 590That you. 0145. 130Love me like the blackbird loves the night. 0151. 80Kiss me like your lips could save my life. 0157
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Written by John Mellencamp and George Green. . Scarecrow on a wooden cross Blackbird in the barn. Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm. I grew up like my daddy did My grandpa cleared
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me. I'm running like a plover. Now I'm prone to misery. The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me. ♪. How much sorrow can I take?. Blackbird on my shoulder. And what difference does it make. When this
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Morning has broken. Like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken. Like the first bird Praise for the singing. Praise for the morning. Praise for them springing. Fresh from the world Sweet the
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Oh yes,. Say it now Morning has broken,. Like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken,. Like the first bird Praise for the singing,. Praise for the morning. Praise for them springing. Fresh
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foutre de rien. Blackbird, L'Entourage. On en a rien à foutre de rien. Nos corps fonctionnent à l'envers, on marche avec des têtes. On se sent avec un regard et on joue avec les nerfs. Moi, je parle
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dark. The other way is ass-backwards. It's absurd. Make you want to crow like a blackbird. That's right. You living from your first day to your last night. Sometimes you show your ass like. Lint
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. When you look to the sky, holy, holy why. All fades into blue on the black Sunday afternoon Bad luck comes or just a car on the right side, hears a call. And sees a blackbird flying low, above her head
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ride that goes nowhere. But I'll pull some strings. Get blackbird wings. And break us out of there. Hey Joey. C'mon tell me 'bout your dreams. Tell me all the sights you're gonna see. Tell me who you're
