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never heard of Eisenhower. Missile power, justice or truth. . We're the Department of Youth. Your new Department of Youth. We're the Department of Youth. Just me and youth. . We talk about this
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Verse 1. You left your typewriter at my apartment. Straight from the tortured poets department. I think some things I never say. "Like who uses typewriters anyway?". But you're in self-sabotage mode
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Verse 1. You left your typewriter at my apartment. Straight from the tortured poets department. I think some things I never say. "Like who uses typewriters anyway?". But you're in self-sabotage mode
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flow. It is simple. Wide open, let me show you more In my home. (Open wide, wide open). There's nothing I know. (I'm open wide, wide open) Nothing can save my world. Nothing can share your world
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close your eyes Ooh, stay open. Ooh, stay open Stay open. Stay open I wanna make this plain. Oh, I know your faded. Mm, but stay, don't close your eyes. I wanna make this plain. Oh, I know your
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close your eyes Ooh, stay open. Ooh, stay open Stay open. Stay open I wanna make this plain. Oh, I know your faded. Mm, but stay, don't close your eyes. I wanna make this plain. Oh, I know your
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close your eyes Ooh, stay open. Ooh, stay open Stay open. Stay open I wanna make this plain. Oh, I know your faded. Mm, but stay, don't close your eyes. I wanna make this plain. Oh, I know your
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Open eyes, I can see what's in front of me. Open my eyes, imagining what I will be. Open eyes, I can see how it's gonna be. Whatever, whenever, gonna make it happen If you tell that I can't, I
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Well, I keep my eyes open. I worry for nothing. Not a sweet bit if I dont say. I gonna get me in trouble some day And the harder that I try I know. The harder will I push you away. And Ill, Ill
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Bài hát Open Arms - Mariah Carey. Lying beside you here in the dark. Feeling your heart beat with mine, mine. Softly you whisper. You're so sincere. How could our love be so blind. We sailed on
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Six string music. By jimmy buffett, G. E. Smith. 1994. Turn off the T. V. Turn off the *. Kick off your high heels. Climb up in my lap. . Chorus. And I'll play music. A song from me
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or some voodoo thing. Hes got that girl on a string Since they tied the knot he keeps her in stitches. And when she ain't banged up, she's sewing his britches. Like a line between the orange juice
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or some voodoo thing. Hes got that girl on a string Since they tied the knot he keeps her in stitches. And when she ain't banged up, she's sewing his britches. Like a line between the orange juice
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me can you see the light. Of these Open skies. These open skies. These open skies. Wanne take me to you. . Up here is freedom. From a world so blind. We're disappearing from who we are. We
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tweaks and repairs. Should you come back home We got open arms for broken hearts. Like yours my boy, come home again Tables are for pounding here. And when we've got you surrounded. The man you are
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Song Open Invitation - Santana. You be you and let me be me. No strings attached emotionally. I wanna get a little crazy. That's puttin' it plain. You got the medicine. And I got the pain. When you
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Get it, get it!. Get it, get it!. Get it, get it!. Get it, get it! Get it, get it! Bust it open!. Get it, get it! Bust it open!. Get it, get it! Bust it open!. Get it, get it! Bust it open
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Get it, get it!. Get it, get it!. Get it, get it!. Get it, get it! Get it, get it! Bust it open!. Get it, get it! Bust it open!. Get it, get it! Bust it open!. Get it, get it! Bust it open
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I wanna open my present. look at it rapped up in little pink bows. back up tight just waiting for me,. rip it open and set it free I wanna open my present. well I'm a good boy, I behave myself
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'?. And can I face the pain of being alone. For the first time in my life? I open up my eyes. I feel like I could fly away. Till I reach the other side. Sometimes we must decide. That everything that
