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Bài hát Joe Le Taxi - Vanessa Paradis. Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. Et la Seine
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Bài hát Mark The Graves - Linkin Park. There's a fragile game we play. With the ghosts of yesterday. If we can't let go, we'll never say goodbye. No trace of what remains. No stones to mark the
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, before. . When we can see the light when we're going home,. We'll dance on our graves with our bodies below. We'll sing "Glory!" and "Hallelujah".
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underneath bay strident wails. Upon coiling spine. She'd ice-white blades of serpent scales. . Frost upon their graves. Furrows fraught with dead. Thill waters to deprave. And slower runs the river red
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I'm blown away. I can't believe that we would. lie in our graves. Wondering if we had. spent our living days well. I can't believe that we would. lie in our graves. Dreaming of things that we
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I dreamed, I saw Joe Hill last night. Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead". "I never died" says he. "I never died" says he "The copper bosses killed you, Joe". "They shot
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. Subverted lies show the decay of sense and reason. A facade prepared to hide the truth. . Behold a graveyard filled with unmarked graves. Dead victims without names. . The water we drink is contaminated
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In the midday sun. They beat on their drums. When Poppa Joe comes to town. With his coconut-rum. They can all have fun. They can drink it. 'Till the sun goes down Poppa Joe just smiles politely
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Joe le taxi y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. . Son saxo iavne connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. . Et la Seine et ses ponts qui brillent
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There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene. He's one mellow ass son of a *-a. He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd. He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he
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rings, it's an understood thing. Joe don't know where they are At a table in the corner. There's a young man and an empty chair. His head in his hands, tears in his eyes. And a girlfriend's ring lying
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EVERYTHING WAS IN THE PICKUP TRUCK. HE PACKED A BAG AND MAMA SAID GOOD LUCK. IN CALIFORNIA, CALIFORNIA,. PAPA TOLD HIM THAT HE SHOULDN'T GO. SAID, "I DON'T WANNA SAY I TOLD YOU SO". BUT, JOE I
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a * anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a * anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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Ho jump down, spin around, let's have a party. Look who's back, Stay Away Joe. Chock taw, chick a Shaw, gonna drink me hearty. Welcome back, Stay Away Joe Stay Away Joe they call me. Stay Away
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Hey, does anybody know. How I can get in touch with Joe? If I have to catch a subway. Or catch a plane on a runway. I've got to find out some way. Where did he go? Yesterday was bright and sunny
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, be careful! That chick belongs to Smokey Joe" From behind the counter I saw a man. A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand. He grabbed me by my collar and he began to shout. "You'd better eat
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Hey Joe, where you goin' with that money in your hand?. Hey Joe, where you goin' with that money in your hand?. Chasin' my woman, she run off with another man. Goin downtown, buy me a Forty Four
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Song Hold 'em Joe - Harry Belafonte. Hold 'em Joe, hold'em Joe, hold'em Joe. But don't let him go. Hold 'em Joe, hold'em Joe, hold'em Joe. But don't let him go. Me donkey want water, hold'em Joe
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As old Joe sat a dyin'. The baby down the hall was cryin'. Somebody had a party goin' on. The fat boy you told tales to. Moved away the other day. To think with no goodbye. He could have gone
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, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe High and mighty, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he
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Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go. Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go You got to realize this is the wind-up. You're gonna feel much better once you make your mind up
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Tour bus rolling down Broadway. Says "nobody you would know". In all the store front windows I see my face. And the lame expression of this average Joe. . Lord, a fool and his money parted ways
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surrenders. Taken into custody. So satisfying, I would be lying. If I didn't want to hear the plea So we gather 'round, Psycho Joe. The quiet loners, always blow. Strap him in the chair. And killing bad
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Smokey Joe you're calling at the station. If I killed him there are complications. I did not ask for this. Oh, but love yes you've did Maybe it terrifies me. (It's too, too easy, its too easy
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Smokey Joe you're calling at the station. If I killed him there are complications. I did not ask for this. Oh, but love yes you've did Maybe it terrifies me. (It's too, too easy, its too easy
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So you're on the floor, at 54. Think you can last at the palace. Does your body go to the to and fro?. Tonight's the night, oh didn't you know That Ivan meets G. I. Joe. Ivan meets G. I. Joe
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