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Intro FLETCHER, FLETCHER & MAX. Mm, mm, hmm, mm. Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, ooh, ooh. Verse 1 MAX. You could give me chills on a summer day, yeah. When we're layin' still but you make my heart race. Gonna
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Nico, two headed Cuban giant. He's looking with all of his eyes. At the colours that fall through the chestnut tree night. Cos tomorrow in London they rise. And don't you know that I'm dusty, too
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. Start a discussion to pick a singer. This one, you'll love it, I had to bring her. Just let the speakers take you away. Chorus. And drop the needle on Dusty. Frost on the leaves like a lake. The moment
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Song Dusty Skies - Willie Nelson. Dusty skies. I can't see nothing in sight. Good old Dan. You'll have to guide me right. For we lose our way. The cattle will stray. And we lose them all
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Bài hát Dusty - Kings Of Leon. Dusty and you are, dirty from chain. Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape. Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave. I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be
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Bài hát Dusty - Kings Of Leon. Dusty and you are, dirty from chain. Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape. Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave. I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be
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Bài hát Dusty Mirror - Nano. We used to get through endless nights by counting stars. The shined inside a dusty mirror. and every shooting star that lit the darkened sky. Would tell of all the
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Nico, two headed Cuban giant. He's looking with all of his eyes. At the colours that fall through the chestnut tree night. Cos tomorrow in London they rise. And don't you know that I'm dusty, too
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-town boy in a big arcade. I got addicted to a losing game. Chorus Duncan Laurence. Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh. All I know, all I know. Loving you is a losing game. Verse 2 FLETCHER. Do you love me, or love
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(Irish folk song sang by Dusty on her TV show in 1967). . Where Lagan stream sings lullaby. There grows a young man fair. The twilight gleam is in his eye. The night is on his hair. And like a
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Song Heart and Soul - Cilla Black, Dusty Springfield. It was back in 'sixty-three. We were young and we were free. Thought the world was really ours for the taking. We had heart and we had soul. Ooh
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(Traditional - arranged by Dusty Springfield). . Para bailar la bamba. Para bailar la bamba. Se necesita una poco de gracia. Una poco de gracia. Pra mi pra ti. Ay arriba, arriba. Ay arriba
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, fat rusty dusty. Dont you hear me woman, get up, get up, get up, get up, woman. Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty. Get up mama, before it gets too rusty Now you got the very best, the best of
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Dusty and you are, dirty from chain. Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape. Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave. I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be afraid. Now don't be afraid I'm
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Dusty and you are, dirty from chain. Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape. Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave. I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be afraid. Now don't be afraid I'm
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. Wish I could get a little undrunk. So I could uncall you. At five in the morning, I would unfuck you. Honestly, this party's over. Everyone here should've gone home. But I'm afraid of being sober. '
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