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The first time I heard "peggy sue". I was 12 years old. Russians up in rocket ships. And the war was cold. Now many wars have come and gone. Genocide still goes on. Buddy holly still goes on. B
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Bend, little willow, wind's gonna blow you. Hard and cold tonight. Life, as it happens, nobody warns you. Willow, hold on tight Nothing's gonna shake your love. Take your love away. No one's out
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Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,. Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations. But all that is changed now,. Gone like a memory from the day before the fire
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(Turner). . Well, come into this house, stop all that yakety yak,. I said, come into this house, stop all that yakety yak,. Cause your sugar daddy don't want no talking back. . Well, you keep on
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It was written that I would love you. From the moment I opened my eyes. And the morning when I first saw you. Gave me life under calico skies I will hold you for as long as you like. I'll hold you
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The first time I saw her. I couldn't be sure. But the sin of impatience. Said, "She's just what you're looking for" So I walked right up to her. And with the part of me that talks. I introduce my
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You're always karkin' 'bout the money I spent. You never quit screamin' 'bout payin' the rent Quit buggin' me, yeah, yeah. He's crackin' up, yeah, yeah. He's crackin' up, yeah, yeah. He's crackin'
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Bài hát Old Souls - Paul Williams. Our love, is an old love baby. Is older than all of our years. I had seen in strangers eyes. Familiar tears. We'r old souls, in a new life baby. They gave us a new
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One, two, three, four, five. Let's go for a drive. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Let's go there and back again, ooh Something's open, it's my heart. If something's missing, it's when we're apart.
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It was the morning of October 6th, 1960. I was wearing my brown suit. Preparing to leave the house of D. Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again.
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We sailed up a river, wild as a sea. Slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree. And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical, meant to be sung. Songs from the mout