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Savoy sides presents a new saxophone sensation. It's Parker's band with a smooth style of syncopation. Kansas city born and growing, you won't believe what the boys are blowing. You got to come on
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Wayne. Cut tha music up in the headphones please. As I give you. (tha bizness). Cut tha music up please. In the headphones please. Please. . Hey!. . Ms parker?. Ms parker?. When you gone
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. Åh-uh-åh, åh-uh-åh-åh. Du har vist mig hvor regnbuen ender hen'. Åh-uh-åh, åh-uh-åh. Hvis du vil ha' stjernerne vil jeg hent' ***. Åh-uh-åh, åh-uh-åh-åh. Fordi du ta'r mig tættere på himlen. Vers 2 Nik
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Danny was an old-time Bourbon Street barker. Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker. And always cued-up a ball. Thinking he was one rack away. But even when you run the table. The check still
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Hook Parker x2. What we do when we go high?. We doin' it all night. Ooh the girls, they wanna vibe with us tonight. I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all * up. Screamin
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Bài hát Fireflies - Richard Rawson, Tom Parker. {ChorusTom Parker}. As I stair into the sky I see nothing but a million fireflies. Reminding me I can make my life shine it's not over over over
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make it plastic make it pay. use it up and throw away. make another just the same, more or less burn our time down to size. send it up into the skies. hide the evidence with lies, what a mess but
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hold me up, i'm falling over. got the jackal at my door. got a chip upon my shoulder. but i still come back for more phone me up, i'm feeling lonely. got the radio up loud. with my comfortable po
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make it plastic make it pay. use it up and throw away. make another just the same, more or less burn our time down to size. send it up into the skies. hide the evidence with lies, what a mess but
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make it plastic make it pay. use it up and throw away. make another just the same, more or less burn our time down to size. send it up into the skies. hide the evidence with lies, what a mess but
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hold me up, i'm falling over. got the jackal at my door. got a chip upon my shoulder. but i still come back for more phone me up, i'm feeling lonely. got the radio up loud. with my comfortable po
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hold me up, i'm falling over. got the jackal at my door. got a chip upon my shoulder. but i still come back for more phone me up, i'm feeling lonely. got the radio up loud. with my comfortable po
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There are walls to keep the stranger out. And doors that open wide. Over here, over here. Open spaces for a silent shout. A place for you to hide. Over here Over here that feeling that fills my h
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