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Nico, two headed Cuban giant. He's looking with all of his eyes. At the colours that fall through the chestnut tree night. Cos tomorrow in London they rise. And don't you know that I'm dusty, too
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. Start a discussion to pick a singer. This one, you'll love it, I had to bring her. Just let the speakers take you away. Chorus. And drop the needle on Dusty. Frost on the leaves like a lake. The moment
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Song Dusty Skies - Willie Nelson. Dusty skies. I can't see nothing in sight. Good old Dan. You'll have to guide me right. For we lose our way. The cattle will stray. And we lose them all
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Bài hát Dusty Mirror - Nano. We used to get through endless nights by counting stars. The shined inside a dusty mirror. and every shooting star that lit the darkened sky. Would tell of all the
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Bài hát Dusty - Kings Of Leon. Dusty and you are, dirty from chain. Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape. Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave. I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be
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Bài hát Dusty - Kings Of Leon. Dusty and you are, dirty from chain. Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape. Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave. I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be
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She would meet me in the morning. On my way down to the river. Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree. With her feet already dusty. >From the pathway to the levy. And her little blue jeans
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive
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, your voices rough. Then you learn the lesson. That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves. Handle with kid gloves. Then you learn the lessons. Taught in school won't be enough Put on your
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, your voices rough. Then you learn the lesson. That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves. Handle with kid gloves. Then you learn the lessons. Taught in school won't be enough Put on your
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He had eyes of the poor wild and hungry. Stood outside of the store shy and clumsy. Saw an electric guitar he got hooked from the start. That's what it did. To the back street kid It's a
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Nico, two headed Cuban giant. He's looking with all of his eyes. At the colours that fall through the chestnut tree night. Cos tomorrow in London they rise. And don't you know that I'm dusty, too
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What's this a-here goin all around town. The people they say they're gonna put the kid down. Oh no. Oh look at what you did. You can call it what you want to. I call it messin' with the kid
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(Irish folk song sang by Dusty on her TV show in 1967). . Where Lagan stream sings lullaby. There grows a young man fair. The twilight gleam is in his eye. The night is on his hair. And like a
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get you into something else. Better leave when to stay. Is only nothing but being alone What I wanted you to know is kid things. Seemed like nothing at all. Kid things make it better than it was
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. . For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but
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(Dusty Springfield). . When you passed my way. It seemed my lucky day. The world was oh-so fine. Once upon a time. . We walked for a little while. You smiled that special smile. And when we
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kid fears? Secret staircase. (Secret staircase). Runnin' high. (Runnin' high). You had a hiding place. Secret staircase. (Secret staircase). Runnin' low. (Running low). They all know, now
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WHEN IM A KID. When Im a kid. Ill go and play. With misty wind. Singing along,. Tapping along. Clapping away. When I a boy. Ill go back to my good old toys. Singing along,. Clapping along
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What's this a-here goin' all around town. The people they say. they're gonna put the kid down. Well hold on, oh look at what you did. You can call it what you want to,. But I call it messin
