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baby. 'n take care of me. You know and I know, woman. I ain't the one. I never hurt you sweet heart. I never pulled my gun. Got bells in your mind, baby. So won't you pardon me?. I think it's
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Bài hát Birds - Anouk. Isolated from the outside. Clouds have taken all the light. I have no control. It seems my thoughts wander off. Of the time when I tried to. Live life without you. Birds
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Bài hát Birds Fly - Hardwell, Mr. Probz. Ask me, do I want this, I say do birds fly?. Ask me, do I feel it, I feel it to-night. If you ask me, where the past is, I left it be-hind. And I'm just
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,. While I try to find words, as light as the birds. That circle above, to put in my songs of love. . Fate doesn't hang, on a wrong or right choice. Fortune depends, on the tone of your voice. So sing
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Get out of town. Before it's too late my love. Get out of town. Be good to me please. . Why wish me harm. Why not retire to a farm. And be contented to charm. The birds off the trees
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man reaching for his trousers. Shoots him full of. 38 holes. . Chorus. Its a Saturday night special. Got a barrel that's blue and cold. Ain't no good for nothin'. But put a man six feet in a
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. . I've seen a lot of people who thought they were cool. But then again, lord I've seen a lot of fools. Well, I hope you people, lord can hear what I say. You'll have your chance to hit it some day
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miracles at work. For the thirst and for the hunger. Come the conference of birds. And say it's true. It's not what it seems. Leave your broken windows open. And in the light just streams. And you get a head
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colours of the world. So beautiful. Won't you come with me?. . I see birds and trees. All the flowers of the world so beautiful. Won't you come with me?. . Can't you see life's easy. If you
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out of town. Before it's too late, my love. Get out of town. Be good to me, please Why wish me harm?. Why not retire to a farm?. And be contented to charm. The birds off the trees Just disappear
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music, my only tools. Communication And on her arrival, I will set free the birds. It's a pretty time of year when the mountains sing out loud. Tell me, Mr. Golden Words how's about the world?. Tell
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music, my only tools. Communication And on her arrival, I will set free the birds. It's a pretty time of year when the mountains sing out loud. Tell me, Mr. Golden Words how's about the world?. Tell
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doorstep. Come, there is no more hatred. . Come live a better life. All is what you strive for. And now there are many birds in my tree. . Open your eyes to it. First please, then wide. Raise up
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there 'cause the boys are all ready to go. . Chorus. Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller. That's what I am. Women, whiskey and miles of travellin'. Is all I understand. . I was born a travellin' man
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love and that's love sweet love. Try to drag it down and change its name. But it's always gonna be love. And it will mess you up the same If you swept away by the girls of summer. Those dancing birds
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side of me The losing side of me just won't be found. 'Cause I know that you've been seen running 'round. But I'm crying like the birds up in the tree. And you'll never see the losing side of me Well
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