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years we'll stand together and watch it burn. Watch it burn, watch it burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! B-b-b-beam me up. B-b-b-beam me up. B-b-b-beam me up. B-b-b-beam me up There are
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One two three four. (Ooh oh) (Ooo ooh, Merry Christmas Saint Nick). Well way up north where the air gets cold. There's a tale about Christmas. That you've all been told. And a real famous cat
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gonna stare you down. You cook much better on a lower flame. You burn much better when the sun goes down And heaven can wait. But you ought to be a saint. I've got your very best intentions. Helping
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Beam Me Up. There's a whole 'nother conversation going on. In a parallel universe. Where nothing breaks and nothing hurts. There's a waltz playing frozen in time. Blades of grass on tiny bare feet. I
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Bài hát Beam Me Up (Commentary) - P!nk. There's a whole n'other conversation going on. In a parralell universe. Where nothig breaks and nothing hurts. There's a waltz playing frozen in time. Blades
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look down x4. . Beam me up. Beam me up. Beam me up. Beam me up. . Diamond clouds. I think we're getting closer. Don't stop now. Off the ground. Higher than a supernova. Don't look down x2
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Saint-Tropez tout le ciel dansait. Saint-Tropez, toi tu m'embrassais. Au d?but ce n'?tait un jeu. Mais un jeune amour s'?veillait dans nos yeux. Sur nos corps ivres de soleil. Les reflets
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Uh, okay, we're going to do a new song then. It's about a man named, uh. Morgan Davis, Morgan. Morgan left the house to get some Cream of Wheat. And came back with a little bit more. All right
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for the first time in my life I hear a saint down the hall. He sings to us all. And it rings out loud I feel like I'm living. I feel like a baby. And I feel evrything for the first time in my life
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look down x4. . Beam me up. Beam me up. Beam me up. Beam me up. . Diamond clouds. I think we're getting closer. Don't stop now. Off the ground. Higher than a supernova. Don't look down x2
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look down x4. . Beam me up. Beam me up. Beam me up. Beam me up. . Diamond clouds. I think we're getting closer. Don't stop now. Off the ground. Higher than a supernova. Don't look down x2
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look down x4. . Beam me up. Beam me up. Beam me up. Beam me up. . Diamond clouds. I think we're getting closer. Don't stop now. Off the ground. Higher than a supernova. Don't look down x2
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Getting off this carousel, you can do as you please. You go to hell, you put my back against the wall. Well, I'm not gonna fall on my knees, no, not at all So you're a saint, I'm a sinner but
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Bài hát Marrakech Saint Tropez - L'algerino, Florin Salam. Florin . Hey my friend . Please, Oriental Dream . Et si on allait danser Marrakech ou Saint Tropez . Fais chanter la guitare jusqu’à Lloret
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Heaven Must Have Sent You. Written by Steve Morgan. Heaven Must Have Sent You. Steve Morgan. --------------. Heaven must have sent
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Bài hát Saint Or A Sinner - Hunter Hayes. There's two kinds of prayers on your knees. The ones that you need and the ones that you mean. Whatever I think or believe. Either way, you are the answer
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Bài hát Saint Or A Sinner (Acoustic) - Hunter Hayes. There's two kinds of prayers on your knees. The ones that you need and the ones that you mean. Whatever I think or believe. Either way, you are
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. My last bottle of chablis. I'll survive the winter of paris Cars a la plage de saint tropez. A summer day I meet you there. I take your hand I say mon chere. And we're in love. Cars a la plage de
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down. You come to ground. Your word is not enough So gather round here everyone. You know your patron saint he's gone. And he won't come back. Caught in the crossfire. And he was caught in the
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reviens le coeur en fЫte. Jusqu'aux portes de Saint-Malo. . Are Je reviens, je reviens, je reviens au pays. Sous le vent et la tempЫte. Pour toi j'ai menЪ mon bateau. Je reviens le coeur en fЫte
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reviens le coeur en fЫte. Jusqu'aux portes de Saint-Malo. . Are Je reviens, je reviens, je reviens au pays. Sous le vent et la tempЫte. Pour toi j'ai menЪ mon bateau. Je reviens le coeur en fЫte
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Song Saint To A Sinner - Loretta Lynn. You put a halo and wings around me. Now you say that I have gone bad. But while you were busy with business and booze. I lost the wings and the halo I had. You
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Come make your complaint to Bootleg Saint. (He's been gone, keepin' on, keepin' on for your freedom). Black boots, brown skin, he's chemical roots. He's taking back the city one sinner at a time
