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pretty close to home. Others are born with the urge to roam. Welcome welcome to our town. I hope nobody tries to gun you down. Goodbye Bobby six white horses come to take you home. Goodbye Robert took you
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Aberdeen Mississippi 2 33 Trk 9. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Bukka White - vocal & guitar. & Washboard Sam (Robert Brown) - wshbrd. Recorded March 7th & 8th 1940 Chicago, Illinois
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Fallin'. By Robert Klein. Original Artist. . I'm afraid to fly. And I don't know why. I'm jealous of the people the who are not afraid to die. It's just that I recall. Back when I was small
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From Chris Warren's Robert Plant site used with permission This is the English part of the lyric sung by Robert Plant. From my island home I feel a chance. Kiss the tide - goes time and
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my only escape from it all. Watchin' a film or a face on the wall Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian. Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian. Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow Oh, I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,. just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. to hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,. with
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I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. With
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With
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I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. With
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With
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Oh, my, my, little white lie. I swear I'm gonna make it right this time. It's like a radio turning way down low. Telling me things I do not know I know Tonight, you will be mine. Tonight, the
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Song Michael Und Robert - Freddy Quinn. Es waren zwei Legionäre. die hatten das Fort verlassen. und suchten den Weg zum Meer;. Sie wollten nie wieder Patrouille gehn. und nie mehr im Leben auf Posten
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Bài hát White Riot - The Clash. White riot, I want to riot. White riot, a riot of my own. White riot, I want to riot. White riot, a riot of my own Black man gotta lotta problems. But they don't
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White riot, I want to riot. White riot, a riot of my own. White riot, I want to riot. White riot, a riot of my own Black man gotta lotta problems. But they don't mind throwing a brick. White
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Bài hát White Christmas - Idina Menzel. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten. And children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow. I'm
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I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow Ooh, I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas
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I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow Ooh, I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas
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I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow Ooh, I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas
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Song Barbeque - Robert Earl Keen. Ooh, when I was a little boy, only one or two. First thing I did enjoy was a plate of barbecue . Barbecue, sliced beef and bread. Ribs and sausage and a cold big
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Dust settles on a thin cloud. Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd. I've had my face in the mirror for twenty-four hours. Starin' at a line of white powder High-priced madness pays the tab
