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play. Or it might be the sound of your hello. That music I hear. I get misty the moment you're near You can say that you're leading me on. But it's just what I want you to do. Don't you notice how
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play. Or it might be the sound of your hello. That music I hear. I get misty the moment you're near You can say that you're leading me on. But it's just what I want you to do. Don't you notice how
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comin? to town. Santa claus is comin? to town. Santa claus is comin? to town. The kids in girl and boyland. Will have a jubilee. They?re gonna build a toyland. All around the christmas tree. So you better
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comin? to town. Santa claus is comin? to town. Santa claus is comin? to town. The kids in girl and boyland. Will have a jubilee. They?re gonna build a toyland. All around the christmas tree. So you better
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comin? to town. Santa claus is comin? to town. Santa claus is comin? to town. The kids in girl and boyland. Will have a jubilee. They?re gonna build a toyland. All around the christmas tree. So you better
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connection. It seems I've been running in the wrong direction oh. Oh I'd love to feel love but I can't stand the rejection. I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection. I thought I was close but under
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murder. Only you can send me under, under, under. I die every time you walk away. Stay don't leave me alone with me. I'm afraid. Of the darkness. Of the voices. Saying nothing's going to be ok. Anyway. I
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the last drop of water flows under the bridge. We can stay. 'Til the last drop of water flows under the bridge There are times meant for breaking. And words to ignore. And a bent to our souls. When
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Song The Wrong Direction Home - Dolly Parton. In a shingle covered cottage at the foothills of blue stacks. Near a mountain stream that's flowing crystal clear. Where the humming birds and honey bees
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baby is where I'll be Under the boardwalk, yeah we'll be out of the sun. Under the boardwalk, we'll be having some fun. Under the boardwalk, people walking above. Under the boardwalk, we'll could be
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faced my fears . Now I can move in the right direction . I'm doing fine . One step closer every day at the time . I won't lose my mind, lose my mind, ah ah . Keeping my head of, looking forward
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faced my fears . Now I can move in the right direction . I'm doing fine . One step closer every day at the time . I won't lose my mind, lose my mind, ah ah . Keeping my head of, looking forward
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faced my fears . Now I can move in the right direction . I'm doing fine . One step closer every day at the time . I won't lose my mind, lose my mind, ah ah . Keeping my head of, looking forward
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disarray can't find hope for better days. It's the degeneration of childhood frustration. . In the last 30 years. Teenage suicide has increased 300% in North America;. It is the second major cause of
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just where I'll be. (Under the boardwalk) out of the sun. (Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun. (Under the boardwalk) people walking above. (Under the boardwalk) we'll be falling in love
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Under a blanket of blue. Just you and I beneath the stars. Wrapped in the arms of sweet romance. The night is ours Under a blanket of blue. Let me be thrilled by all your charms. Darling, I know
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When they begin the beguine, it brings back the sound of music so tender,. . It brings back a night of tropical splendor, it brings back a memory ever green. . I'm with you once more under the
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When they begin the beguine. It brings back the sound of music so tender. It brings back a night of tropical splendor. It brings back a memory ever green I'm with you once more under the stars
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. We've been going in the same direction I'm tired of playing games. Of looking for someone else to blame. For all the holes in answers that are clearly showing For something to fill the space. Was all
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RIGHT IN THE WRONG DIRECTION. WITH GEORGE JONES. WRITERS HANK COCHRAN, MACK VICKERY, VERN GOSDIN) Well, your office called to say you wouldn't be long. Since when did your boss get a jukebox of
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (while the orchestra plays like it or not, motorhead rummages on stage
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Somebody told me to vote Conservative. Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights. Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay. Was I schooled without direction? Gold against the soul
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