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India india. You're my love song. India you're my love song. In the flowers. You can have me in the flowers. We will dance alone. And live our useless lives. India stupid on the carpet floor
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India india. You're my love song. India you're my love song. In the flowers. You can have me in the flowers. We will dance alone. And live our useless lives. India stupid on the carpet floor
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Made in India. Dekhi hai saari duniya, Japan se leke Russia. Australia se leke America. Dekha hai pyaar ka sapna, dil chaahe koi apna. Mil jaaye gar ek saathiya, ek desiya. Made in India, made in
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Bài hát Made In India (The Mother Of All Mixes) - Alisha. Dekhee hai saree duneeya. Japan se leke russia. Australia se leke America. Dekha hai pyar ka sapna. Dil chahe koi apna. Mil jaye gar ek
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I write your name on my arm with India ink. Baby I told you once before it's not what you think. I drink it in with a sip but I really want to chug. You know I take what I can get, give me a dub
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I write your name on my arm with India ink. Baby I told you once before it's not what you think. I drink it in with a sip but I really want to chug. You know I take what I can get, give me a dub
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C'est trop facile d'entrer aux glises. De dverser toutes ses salets. Face au cur qui dans la lumire grise. Ferme les yeux pour mieux nous pardonner. Tais-toi donc Grand Jacques. Que connais-tu
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tiBilly Jeans. arMichael Jackson. alThriller. Michael Jackson. Billie Jean. Michael Jackson. ,!. •. , . , . •. ,. (). (oh, no!). !. ,. •. •. ,. •. ,. •. •. •. •. •. THE END -- Ma Jiali
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tiBilly Jeans. arMichael Jackson. alThriller. Michael Jackson. Billie Jean. Michael Jackson. ,!. •. , . , . •. ,. (). (oh, no!). !. ,. •. •. ,. •. ,. •. •. •. •. •. THE END -- Ma Jiali
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, la India yeah,. La, la, la, la, la, la, la India yeah,. . Well, there's just something that I wanna say,. And that I wanna say,. You always feel so beautiful,. I wish there's somewhere I could
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God I love the sweet taste of India. Lingers on the tip of my tongue. Gotta love the sweet taste of India. Blame it on the beat of the drum. . God I love the sweet taste of India. Lingers on
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ti. ar. al. Jacques Brel. La chanson des vieux amants. Paroles Jacques Brel. Musique Jacques Brel, Gérard Jouannest 1967. Bien sûr, nous eûmes des orages. Vingt ans d'amour, c'est l'amour fol
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I'd like to go to India. Live in a big white house in the forest. Drink gin and tonic and play a grand piano. Read a few books. Far from what saddens my heart. Try to live away from it Find a
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I love the way you talk. (Oh yeah, Betty Jean). Speaking little, saying a lot. (Oh yeah, Betty Jean). I love the way you walk. (Oh yeah, Betty Jean). Look like you're dancing when you're not
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, will you, baby? Should I be the one to say that you don't need it Skinny Jean crushed a Kenyan roast bean. Raoul devours another organic buffet. They're so preservative free to keep their smokescreen
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