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. Happy holidays to you I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops, glisten. And children, listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white
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"Hard To Believe That I Found You". By Barry White Ain't it a groove?. It really is, isn't it? It really is. Baby, you know what just sitting here thinking. How happy we are right now. And the
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I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. With
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I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. With
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Dust settles on a thin cloud. Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd. I've had my face in the mirror for twenty-four hours. Starin' at a line of white powder High-priced madness pays the tab
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. Goodbye John six white horses come to take you home. Goodbye John took you away before you sang your song hmm. Some preach wrong and some preach right. Some preach love and some preach fight. Takes every
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Check it out, check it out, check it out. And when I'm dead who'll fly the White Bird home. I'm not the ancient mariner your children know. And the sea's the field these old jack tars have sown
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another hit, Barry Bonds!. We outta here baby!. We outta here baby!. We outta here baby!. Dude!. Fresh off the plane, Konitchiwa bitches. Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot. As for it, I did it
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Volare, oh, oh!. Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!. Let's fly way up in the clouds. Away from the maddening crowds. We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of. Where lovers enjoy peace of mind. Let
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night. Nobody would ever say a word not even durin' Martha White. And I was awful young back then but still I knew just why. That John closed the shop the whole day. When we heard that Hank had died
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, I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas. With every Christmas card I write. Ooh, may your days, may your days. May your days be merry and bright. And may all your Christmases be white. Play it for me, John
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Song Deliver Me - Rick Roberts. They followed him for seven days. And lost him when he turned away. From where they thought. He would surely go. But they caught him up in Lewistown. And when they
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John Henry to the White House. And they buried him in the sand. Every locomotive come roarin' by. Says there lies a steel drivin' man, Lord, Lord. There lies a steel drivin' man. Says there lies a steel
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