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not her fault you know. You cannot blame me though. I wanna have them all. I know it but the truth is that. I am just an Oliver Oliver Oliver Oliver Twist. Just an Oliver. Oliver Oliver Oliver
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and bring him home Oliver James washed in the rain no longer. Oliver James washed in the rain no longer On the kitchen table that your grandfather did make. You in your delicate way will slowly clean
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meat No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara. They chain
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meat No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara. They chain
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not her fault you know. You cannot blame me though. I wanna have them all. I know it but the truth is that. . I am just an Oliver. Oliver Oliver Oliver Twist. Just an Oliver. Oliver Oliver
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that will follow you. You're my Joan of Arc Joan of Arc You had a vision they couldn't see so. They put you down. But everything that you said would happen. It came around. And they're the ones that
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Miracles keep happening. The sun rose in the east today. I sat up and sighed for the millionth time. As the dawn was phasing a night away. The blues can last
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Bài hát Joan Of Arc - Madonna. Each time they take a photograph. I lose a part I can't get back. I wanna hide, this is the part where I dettach. Each time they write a hateful word. Dragging my soul
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Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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, how I stride like that. Instrumental Oliver Heldens. Chorus bbno$. When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw. Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada. Bankroll
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& Oliver Tree. 'Cause you'll just do it again. And you'll * all my friends, and you'll just * with my head. And I'm so done with the mess you left embedded in lead. I want you out of my life, I'm sick
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