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Baby, can you hear me call?. Is it alright, now your backs against the wall?. Baby, is it still the same?. Do you wonder? Is it on and back again? Surrender, baby, surrender. Surrender, baby
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Baby, can you hear me call?. Is it alright, now your backs against the wall?. Baby, is it still the same?. Do you wonder? Is it on and back again? Surrender, baby, surrender. Surrender, baby
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Bài hát Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer. Kiss me out of the bearded barley. Nightly, beside the green, green grass. Swing, swing, swing the spinning step. You wear those shoes and I will wear that
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. Oh chariots. If you're out there then please swing low. And tell me I got here at the right time. If I did it's probably the first time. No second guesses or secret signs. Tell me I got here at the
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daydreams. Become a taboo. I don't want to be afraid. The deeper that I go. It takes my breath away. Soft hearts electric souls. Heart to heart and eyes to eyes. Is this taboo?. Baby we built this house. On
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. . And the hearts that you played on the porch swing for me. Was a song that I'd heard in the past. For I had an audience somewhere inside you. That applauded whenever you laughed. . Gone is a word
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the rope. I swing from the trees into the slope. Hold my head high, just by the tip of my toes. And he lies, he lies so sweet that I choke Tonight I choose the beast. Tonight he lies with me
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was marvelous and yellow. And the light of the night fell on me And the light of the night fell on me I never will forget the way. You taught me how to swing and sway. Oh darling, don't you know
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. Since 17 October 1945. But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin. That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in. Instead of government we had a stage. Instead of ideas a prima donna's rage
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Her neon mouth with the blinkers-off smile. Nothing but an electric sign. You could say she has an individual style. She's part of a colorful time. . Secrecy of lady-chrome-covered clothes. You
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. . Tears and laughter share your fears. To ease the pain. Conversation heals the wounds that we'll make. . When life's a crime. Our time has come. For some do shun. Communion. . In lost traditions a
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When 0s are holding in to all the 1s who stay. No line of code lets me go through, all the same. As our hearts fall into waves. Cyber-connecting what we could be. Unison fantasies to phantasmal
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, of the 309. Put me in my box on the 309. . Take me to the depot, put me to bed. Blow an electric fan on my gnarly old head. Everybody take a look, see I'm doing fine. Then load my box on the 309
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Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals). Ian Underwood (electric piano). George Duke (trombone). Jeff Simmons (bass). Aynsley Dunbar (drums). The Phlorescent Leech and Eddie (vocals) Remember Freddie and
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. Things pass and they leave no stain. I can see myself carving up. Words in the dust on the window pane. Shooting straight up my spine. I grieve electric. Violent eyes on a violent sea. How do I play