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The art of keeping up disappearances. This is the art, the art of keeping up disappearances Verse. Erase the conclusion. Erase the conclusion. But never meant to clear up. Any of the confusion
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Art-hounds look like nothing. . So Art-hounds write something . And those that do are judged by those . Who tried and found they couldn't do. . Art-hounds see the Greek ideal . And gaze on
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(Milton NascimentoFernando Brant). H um menino. H um moleque. Morando sempre no meu corao. Toda vez que o adulto balana. Ele vem pr me dar a mo. H um passado. No meu presente. Um sol bem
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Any tough can fight, you can play. Any fool can fall, can lay. Any stud can reproduce, few can please. Any boy can pay a bill, you can tease I just wanna be popular. I just wanna be popular. I
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Any tough can fight, you can play. Any fool can fall, can lay. Any stud can reproduce, few can please. Any boy can pay a bill, you can tease I just wanna be popular. I just wanna be popular. I
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Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. Now I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my
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Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. Now I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my
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Oh Lord, my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my soul my
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Bài hát Popular (Remix) - Eric Saade. Stop don't say that it's impossible. 'cos I know. It's possible. Though I know. You never look my way. I can say. You will one day. I can say. You will one day
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Bài hát Popular Song - Mika, Ariana Grande. La la, la la. You were the popular one, the popular chick. It is what it is, now I'm popular-ish. Standing on the field with your pretty pompom. Now
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come. With shout of acclamation. To take me home. What joy shall fill my heart. Then I shall bow in humble adoration. And there proclaim my God how great thou art. Then sings my soul my savior God
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I'll never write my memoirs,. There's nothing in my book,. The only way you see me an art groupie,. I'm hooked. . Some people like to be used,. I've been used and amused,. But that's the way I
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Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art. Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art!. Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou
