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Sometimes when you worry. The tendency to hurry. Can make your vision blurry. And blind you. You might shake and you might stammer. Or dance like mc hammer. But could that pomp and glamour
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Song Independence Day - Imani Coppola. I live here in exile. My home is not my heart. They're miles and oceans apart. So I long for the mountains. Beyond the grey city walls. I pray, tonight they'll
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Danny is my name, oh yes My name should be trouble. My name should be woe. For trouble and heartache. Is all that I know But Danny. Yes, Danny is my name. Oh, oh, oh yes, oh yes My life has been
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Oh, Danny boy. The pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen. And down the mountainside The summer's gone. And all the roses falling. It's you, it's you must go. And I must bide But come
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Oh, Danny Boy. The pipes, the pipes are callin'. From Glen to Glen. And down the mountain side The summer's gone. And all the roses fallin'. It's you, it's you. Must go and I must bide Oh
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de back and naturally harmonizing. Climb into position wit syncronised things. Live from out de ghetto we maximizing. Sound o de groove armada we superstylin'. Superstylin', we superstylin
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Well, its a groove thang, it's gotta funky swing. Well, it's a groove thang, a groove thang Come on We're moving on, keeping strong. Don't you let them steer you wrong. It's a groove thang We're
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every MC. Understand, to be the man, you got to beat the man Got somethin to say, let the music play. Groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay. It's the real, real deal. Don't you feel stupid? Reel to
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every MC. Understand, to be the man, you got to beat the man Got somethin to say, let the music play. Groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay. It's the real, real deal. Don't you feel stupid? Reel to
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Welcome to my, to my, to my groove, yeah. Welcome, welcome, welcome. Welcome to this, to this, to this groove. Welcome to my groove. . Listen, just wanna do when the music starts moving you
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there. why did i leave you there. with your long black kitty and your funky hair. why did i leave you there. see mr danny boy. did ya see mr danny boy. he's a rock top boxer just a bundle of joy
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,. 'Caus it's too easy to bruise. When you take your mark,. Danny with your aim,. Danny for my heart,. It's only pain. What does it prove,. Again and again?. Danny nobody wins. (1. 23). If it's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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Bing Crosby/John Scott Trotter Orchestra. . Written by Frederic E. Weatherly. . . Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountainside;. The summer's
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Song Danny Boy - Tony Bennett. Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling. It's you, it's you must go
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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come
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' fine Keep it smooth with an easy groove. Keep it smooth, ooh, with an easy groove, so easy Dance it in a circle, shake your heads around. Turn it counterclockwise, put your hands up and down. Now you
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Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide But
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Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling. It's you, It's you, must go, and I must bide. But come
