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Bài hát Lane Moje (Rumba) - Zeljko Joksimovic. Kad na te pomislim. Bojim se da te opet zavolim. You modre usne zabijem zube. Da pravu bol zaboravim. Lane moje ovih dana. Vise I ne tugujem. Pitam samo
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Memory Lane. Doot do do do do doowa. Memory Lane. Doot do do do do doowa. I walk Memory Lane. All alone and blue. You walk Memory Lane. With somebody new. Sharing a kiss. A kiss that used to
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Memory Lane. Doot do do do do doowa. Memory Lane. Doot do do do do doowa. I walk Memory Lane. All alone and blue. You walk Memory Lane. With somebody new. Sharing a kiss. A kiss that used to
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Two years away,. I got back today,. Tried calling up this girl I used to know,. But when I said hello,. She didn't know who the hell I was supposed to be. Memory Lane,. We're here again,. Back to the
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things. You've always run away from The ascent of Stan. Textbook hippie man. Get rest while you can So where'd the years go?. All the time we had?. Being poor was not. Such a drag in hindsight And
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things you've always run away from. . The ascent of Stan. Textbook hippie man. Get rest while you can. . So where'd the years go?. All the time we had?. Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight
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things you've always run away from. . The ascent of Stan. Textbook hippie man. Get rest while you can. . So where'd the years go?. All the time we had?. Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight
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things you've always run away from. . The ascent of Stan. Textbook hippie man. Get rest while you can. . So where'd the years go?. All the time we had?. Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight
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Åh det är skönt när mitt Stockholm är grönt. sakta gå hem genom stan. En kyss sen går man sakta igen. sakta en tur genom stan Åh det är natt och på avstånd hörs skratt. Och man går hem genom stan
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I stumbled on this photograph, it kinda made me laugh. It took me way back, back down memory lane. I see the happiness, I see the pain. Where am I? Back down memory lane I see us standing there
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Chorus. You a lot to handle (Oh-oh-oh). They don't understand you (Oh-oh-oh). I'm not your only fan (Oh-oh-oh). Baby, I'm a stan for (You-ooh-ooh). Post-Chorus. Baby, I'm a stan. Baby, I'm a stan for
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you from all. Just that one moment ended their days. Outside my house on Daisy Lane
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In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs. Of every head he's had the pleasure to know. And all the people that come and go. Stop and say hello On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
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