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My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky. My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by. No month of May, no twinkling stars. No hide away, no soft guitars My romance doesn't need a ca
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The last train is nearly due. The underground is closing soon. In the dark deserted station. Restless in anticipation. A man waits in the shadows. . His restless eyes leap and scratch. At all t
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Well I'll just skip the boring parts chapters one, two , three and get to the place where you can read my face and my biography. Here I am, I'm eleven months old, dangling from my daddy's knee. Ther
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Song Old (Live) - Paul Simon. 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
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I've been doing a lot of thinking. About growing older and moving on. Nobody wants to be told that they're getting on. For a long, long stay. But just how long and who knows. And how and where my
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tiBLESS. ar植村花菜. al春の空. 植村花菜 - BLESS. 作詞植村花菜・toki. 作曲Michael Choi・David Whitmey・Tim Fornara. 地球儀の上を歩く. 点と線がそっと結ばれた . It's one day. そんな風に君と出逢って . 奇跡について考えるの. 高すぎる空見上げ 君の横顔に. 突然キスするよ. 世界地図のこの場所だけが . 祝福さ
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Well, did you bring me my money. My cab fare, my new shoes?. I got expenses, you know. Where's my weekly dues? I ain't giving you my * money. Oh yeah, motherfucker, where's this jibaro from?. You
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The smartest people in the world. Had gathered in los angeles. To analyze our love affair. And possibly unscramble us. And we sat among our photographs. Examined every one. And in the end we com
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ti. ar. al. He was a most peculiar man. That's what Mrs. Reardon says. and she should know. She lived upstairs from him. She said he was a most peculiar man. He was a most peculiar man. He lived all
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I don't remember day and night. Don't remember any fights. I don't remember what to do. I just remember you I can't recall the summer breeze. Whispers through the apple trees. And I forget the so
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Time after time. I tell myself that I'm. So lucky to be loving you So lucky to be. The one you run to see. In the evening, when the day is through I only know what I know. The passing years will
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tiWednesday Morning, 3 a. m. arSimon & Garfunkel. al. Wednesday Morning, 3 a. m. 213. by Simon & Garfunkel. Words and Music by Paul Simon. From the 1964 album "WEDNESDAY MORNING. 3AM". © 1964
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Bài hát Duncan - Paul Simon. Couple in the next room bound to win a prize. They been goin' at it all night long. Well I'm tryin' to get some sleep. But these motel walls are cheap. Lincoln Duncan
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Oui je brûle dans tes bras. Alors mon cœur ne m'en veux pas. Si je pars c'est pour sauver notre amour. Et éviter les ratures les écorchures. Les trop nombreux points de suture. Si je pars ne m'en
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It's a still life water color,. Of a now late afternoon,. As the sun shines through the curtained lace. And shadows wash the room. And we sit and drink our coffee. Couched in our indifference,.