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know my temperature's risin. And the jukebox blowin a fuse. My heart's beatin' rhythm. And my soul keeps singin' the blues. Roll over beethoven and tell tschaikowsky the news I got a rockin
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risin' and a jukebox blowin' a fuse. My heart's a beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps a singin' the blues. Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news. We got the rockin' pneumonia we need a shot of
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Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local d. j. It's a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over beethoven, gotta hear it again today My temperature's risin, the juke
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Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local d. j. It's a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over beethoven, gotta hear it again today My temperature's risin, the juke
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temperatures risin'. And the jukebox blows a fuse. My heart's beatin' rhythm. And my soul keeps on singin' the blues. Roll over Beethoven, and tell Tschaikowsky the news.
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risin' and a jukebox blowin' a fuse. My heart's a beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps a singin' the blues. Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news. I got the rockin' pneumonia I need a shot of
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Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local D. J. Its a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over beethoven, gotta hear it again today. . My temperatures risin, the juke
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risin'. And the jukebox blows a fuse. My heart's beatin' rhythm. And my soul keeps on singin' the blues. Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news I got the rockin' pneumonia,. I need a shot
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risin' and a jukebox blowin' a fuse. My heart's a beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps a singin' the blues. Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news. I got the rockin' pneumonia I need a shot of
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. Come on run away come on. Run run run run away. Come on run away. Doorbell plays beethoven. I open the door. Yesterday's there. And i fall on the floor. Practicing makeup. She laughs at us all
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If Columbus never sailed the sea. If Longfellow never wrote a rhyme. If leaves have never grown upon a tree. And if the sands have never told the time Then I guess I don't love you, love you like
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If Columbus never sailed the sea. If Longfellow never wrote a rhyme. If leaves have never grown upon a tree. And if the sands have never told the time Then I guess I don't love you, love you like
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story. Born into the money but will die for glory. Get ready for the take over, that face, lift and make over,. That case, that I break open, that great fifth like beethoven. If you, wanna get it, poppin
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