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Bing Crosby/Ken Lane Singers /The Victor Young Orchestra. . Written by. . . The first Noel. The angel did say. Was to certain poor Shepards. In fields as they lay. . In fields where they
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Well I've heard those city singers singin 'bout how they can love. Deeper than the oceans, higher than the stars above. Well I come from the country and I know I ain't seen it all. But I heard that
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Oh, theres no place like home for the holidays. Cause no matter how far away you roam. When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze. For the holidays, you cant beat home, sweet home I met a
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Oh, theres no place like home for the holidays. Cause no matter how far away you roam. When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze. For the holidays, you cant beat home, sweet home I met a
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Anna works at the hotel. Where all the singers hang out. She brings them their coffee. When the drinks have run out. She dreams in the kitchen. Stands real close to the door. And she listens to them
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Said the night wind to the little lamb. do you see what I see? ( do you see what I see? ). Way up in the sky, little lamb. do you see what I see ( do you see what I see? ) A star, a star, dancing
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I'm sleeping in" Tabs with unlimited 0's. New clothes. Bloody nose. Powders and walking back home. Has he got enough weed?. No. Broken phone. Retching on the floor alone. I can't believe that
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There is no Christmas. Like a home Christmas. With your Dad and Mother. Sis an' Brother there. With their hearts humming. At your home comin'. And that Merry Yuletide spirit. In the air ( You
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identified with one of the greatest singers who ever lived. but, the lyrics felt so right, so relevant tonight that. what the hell, I decided to sing it. but I would like to dedicate it to th. Nderful woman
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unlimited access. Tell me what’s your flavor. Timbaland. And I can return the favor. Hey, hey, hey. Keri. I don’t know 'bout you. But I’m down. Know you got what it takes. To turn me out. Timbaland. Tur n you
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guttersnipes We're a garage band (oh, oh, oh). We come from garageland (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Twenty-two singers, but one microphone. Back in the garage. Five guitar players, but one guitar. Back in the
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singers blood runs cold like the spree. But not this girl not when she was 19. . It was 1989. It's alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city. No one knows where your from
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singers blood runs cold like the spree. But not this girl not when she was 19. . It was 1989. It's alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city. No one knows where your from
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I belong to you. For as long as you want me to. . In love with you I'll always be. Forever true 'til you set me free. Please don't you worry about all the guys around. They can't sweet talk me
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so warm. That my lonely heart could brave each storm. Someone who'd be miles away, still within her heart I'd stay. Beats there a heart so true? Or, did I ask too much, when I met you?. Or, was the
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