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Disneyland is the place to be, c'mon baby, just you and me. Hand in hand, to Disneyland, we go ! Not slow. Happiest place, in the world until a madman grabs a girl;. Hand in hand, with the madman s
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Comin' down, comin' round to see you. To see if maybe you know who I am. Comin' down, comin' round to see you. Me again I'm comin' down, comin' round to see you. To see if maybe you know who I am.
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On the tenth anniversary of the end of World War Two Here in Berlin, people line up to get in. To wait for the end, living in glorious sin. They've looked around and now there is no looking back. T
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We were visited last evening. By a servant of the day. He had traveled miles on horseback. To scout his master's way And he only had a moment. To warm his frozen hands. And though he needed food
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My baby oh, oh, oh I can't believe. That I am admitting this to you. 'Coz if you know me. Then you know how hard. It is for me to say what I mean Now I've seen this on TV. Twice in the movies. N
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Kids today, they're all the same. All call themselves some crazy names. All those drugs, they can't be sane. All that noise, affects their brains And it's such a crime. How they waste their time.
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Early birdcall morning. In a milkweed cloudy sky. Sets me free, without a warning. Wonder why And if my eyes aren't open. And if I'm too blind to see. Would you show me birdcall morning. Set me
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Take your mind back. I don't know when. Sometime when it always seemed to be just us and them. Girls that wore pink. And boys that wore blue. Boys that always grew up better men than me and you W
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If I had a choice to wake up next to someone. Of course, it would be you. When I close my eyes and blow out the candles. I'm wishing we wasn't through You should be here with me, baby. To miss, I
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Woman of the country now I found you. (Country). Longin' in you're soft and fertile delta. And I whisper sighs to satisfy you're longin'. For the warmth and tender shelter of you're body You're mi
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A million tiny lights are strung across the western sky. They burn to light our mission. But it's just a million lonely hearts strung out from never asking why. We burn with blind ambition I heard
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Monday. Laundromat Monday. Monday. Laundromat Monday I want my mother, someone to cook for me. Each day another, take out no MSG. I'm gonna change the world but not today. Think, I'll just go ge
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Uh, T. S. !. None better. Life of a hustler. Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies. Supplyin' customers and keep it free, suspended in time. Pop another thug that
