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what ever happened to the teenage dream? surprise, surprise. the boys are home. my gaurdian angel. run down my telephone. the heats on, mister. can't you hear them scream,. what ever happened to
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Ooh-ooh. Yeah (ooh-ooh-ooh). It's hard to make yourself believe. That it'll get better when you feel defeated. And carrying on is easier said than done. It took a while to see that I was in need of he
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Metal guru, is it you?. Metal guru, is it you?. Sitting there in your armour plated chair Metal guru, is it true?. Metal guru, is it true?. All alone without a telephone Metal guru could it be. Y
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Oh yeah Telegram Sam. Telegram Sam. You are my main man Golden Nose Slim. Golden Nose Slim. I know's where you've been Purple Pie Pete. Purple Pie Pete. Your lips are like lightning. Girls melt
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Bài Hát Better Now. Ca Sĩ Theresa Rex. You prolly think that you are better now. You only say that. 'Cause I'm not around. You know I never meant to let you down. Woulda gave you anything. Woulda
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Summer deep is in the hills again. His lady is a lioness. Winds of birds blow through the fields again. Invaders from the true worlds. A coat of grapes is on my back again. I ride upon my zebra.
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Walking in the woods one day. I met a man who said that he was magic. Wonderful things he said. Pointed hat upon his head. Knew why people laughed and cried. Why they lived and why they died Shad
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HOSSA! HOSSA! HOSSA! HOSSA!. Fiesta, Fiesta MexicanaHeut' geb' ich zum Abschied für alle ein FestFiesta, Fiesta MexicanaEs gibt viel Tequila, der glücklich sein läßtAlle Freunde, sie sind hierFeiern
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My eyes went up. It was sunrise. The sky turned black. It was noon A ship of the silverest. Metal. Shadowed out. All of the moon A shape. That was golden and crimson. Extend a claw. To my fra
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Well I`m gonna raise a fuss. And I`m gonna raise a holler. About workin` all summer. Just tryin` to earn a dollar. Well, I went to my boss. Who governs me. He said, "No, dice, bud. You gotta wo
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Well she's my woman of gold. And she's not very old, a ha ha. Well she's my woman of gold. And she's not very old, a ha ha. I don't mean to be bold, a-but a-may I hold your hand? Well she ain't no