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tiThe 59th street bridge song. arPaul Simon. The 59th Street Bridge Song》 -- Simon and Garfunkel. Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Life can be so sweet. On the sunny side of the street. . Can't you hear the pitter-pat. And that happy tune is your step
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Life can be so sweet. On the sunny side of the street. . Can't you hear the pitter-pat. And that happy tune is your step
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the one who tries to hide. What he don't know to begin with. . You see me on the street. You always act surprised. You say, "How are you?" "Good luck". But you don't mean it. . When you know as
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hide. What he don't know to begin with. You see me on the street. You always act surprised. You say, "How are you?" "Good luck". But you don't mean it. When you know as well as me. You'd rather see me
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could kill someone, I don't care. But that's ain't the way it's going down tonight, I swear. We'll just walk on up to Highland Street behind the bar. In the back through the alley where they park the
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a 2 way street, kid, say what? Goodness is what you're fillin' your soul with. And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with. Who keeps no secret, like who they creep with. Realize early
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Song The Girl Who Wanted To Be God - Manic Street Preachers. There are no sunsets, just silence. You could see that she was true and faithless. But see through the future and forget all the lies
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On the Sunny Side Of the Street. Tony Bennett. Lyrics by Dorothy Fields. Music by Jimmy Mchugh. . This version did not chart but. In 1930, two versions did chart Ted Lewis (# 2) and Harry
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Song Somewhere In America (There'S A Street Named After My Dad) - Was. At night only crickets. No prowlers, no sirens. No pinky ring hustlers. No angel dust Byrons. No bars on the windows. No sabre
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bulldoggin' to bowhoggin'. Now bowhoggin' and pimpwalkin'. That strictly fresh and street talkin'. And we all last like that there. Ruin them all up like cat hair. We never fall off like hat wear. We
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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I still hang around neither lost nor found. Hear the lonely sound of music in the night. Nights are always bright. That's all that's left for me, yeah. I play the street life. Because there's no
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