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(John Hurley / Ronnie Wilkins). . Billy-Ray was a preacher's son. And when his daddy would visit he'd come along. When they gathered around and started talkin'. That's when Billy would take me
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(John Hurley / Ronnie Wilkins). . Billy-Ray was a preacher's son. And when his daddy would visit he'd come along. When they gathered around and started talkin'. That's when Billy would take me
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Do what John?Do what John?Come again do what?Do what John?Do what John?Do what?Do what?Do what?Do where John?Do where John?With what, with whom and when?Triffic, really triffic!Pardon?Come again?
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Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba, fooba wooba. Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba John Saw a flea kick a tree. In the middle of the sea. Well, John, ho, John. Fooba wooba John Saw a rat
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She said, "Dear John, I'm moving on. By this time I'm gonna be long gone. Dear John, c'est la vie, dear John. So long, you've seen the last of me" I don't want her back, I won't even try. This time
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I believe I'm John Wayne. They call me John Wayne You know you've got it coming. I'll tell it to you straight. I'm coming for you very soon. I'll never hesitate I've come to measure you. I will
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Lost John standing by the railroad track. Waiting for the freight train to come back. Freight train come and it didn't stop. Lost John thought he'd have to ride on top. . Long, long lost John
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Music by elton john and bernie taupin. Available on the album blue moves instrumental
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Written by elton john. Released as a uk b-side in 1985 instrumental
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Dear John, I knew you about as well as anyone. We were the wild ones. So sure those days would never end. Now they're only memories my friend Dear John, I'll see you. Some day again I swear, I
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Are you sleeping brother John. If you feel like weeping brother John. Please won't you hear me brother John. I'll just wait and see brother John Can't you see by the will of your hand. You can
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Uhh, yo, uhh, uhh, uhh, yo, yo. John Blaze, John Blaze. Uhh, uh, huh, uhh, uhh. Mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm, yo. John Blaze, ehe, he, he Why can't I explain, explain?. (I explain, explain). And you keep
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense à John. Rien qu'à John. Un sourire, puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson Ni triste, ni gaie. Entre deux, trois interviews. Et du swing qui mousse. Dans
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Dear John, what's wrong ?. Why can't you just be anything you want ?. Why not ? Why not ? I tried to tell you then. You didn't understand. They try and pigeonhole you. Buddy, they don't even
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Dear John, what's wrong ?. Why can't you just be anything you want ?. Why not ? Why not ? I tried to tell you then. You didn't understand. They try and pigeonhole you. Buddy, they don't even
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Dear John,. How you doin'. I've been thinking about you. I'm not sure how to say it,. But I've been praying daily. For some kind of a breakthrough I've said this a thousand times. And I know
