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Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home?. I moan the whole night long. I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent. I know that I've done you wrong Remember that rainy eve that I
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(H. Cannon). . Well, won't you come home, Bill Bailey. Won't you come home?. I mean the whole night long. I'll do the cookin
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Written by hughie cannon (as released by patsy cline, september 14, 1964. . Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come home. I moan the whole night long. I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll
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SEND MARTYN JOHN RINGTONES TO YOUR CELLPHONE I don't want to know 'bout evil, I only want to know about love. I don't want to know 'bout evil, I only want to know about love Sometimes it gets so
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Song Been To The Moon - Corinne Bailey Rae. When we first collide. The timing wasn't right. I showed you the signs. You disappeared into the shadows. Now you're back again. Telling me you do, you do
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Trouble Sleeping Lyrics . Artist Corrine Bailey Rae . . It's late and I'm feeling so tired. Having trouble sleeping. This constant compromise. Between thinking and breathing. Could it be I'm
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Bài hát I Need Your Love - Madilyn Bailey, Jake Coco. I need your love. I need your time. When everything's wrong. You make it right. I feel so high. I come alive. I need to be free with you tonight
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Bài hát Fetish - Madilyn Bailey. Take it or leave it. Baby, take it or leave it. But, I know you leave it. 'Cause I know that you need it. Yeah, look in the mirror. When I look in the mirror. Baby
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Well, I cannot be your lover and I will not be your friend. Well, I know you say you need me but I have no time to spend. We could talk like this for hours, I'd just end up getting bored. 'Cause no
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Oh darling, it's gonna be late when we get back home. Can you wait till we get back home?. We don't go walking and reeling. And rocking 'round the whole round town Walking and talking 'round the wh
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I watch the day go down. Sapphire. I watch my luck turn round. A high flyer. I threw my bones around. Sure fire. I watch the current run. Live wire. Clear blue. Too true. Clear blue. Too tr
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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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