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Double-O-Soul!. I dig rock and roll music. I can do the twine and the jerk. I wear strictly continental suits. And high collared shirts. I've got a reputation of bein. Gentle but bold. And
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Double-O-Soul!. I dig rock and roll music. I can do the twine and the jerk. I wear strictly continental suits. And high collared shirts. I've got a reputation of bein. Gentle but bold. And
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Double-O-Soul!. I dig rock and roll music. I can do the twine and the jerk. I wear strictly continental suits. And high collared shirts. I've got a reputation of bein. Gentle but bold. And
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Double-O-Soul!. I dig rock and roll music. I can do the twine and the jerk. I wear strictly continental suits. And high collared shirts. I've got a reputation of bein. Gentle but bold. And
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Double-O-Soul!. I dig rock and roll music. I can do the twine and the jerk. I wear strictly continental suits. And high collared shirts. I've got a reputation of bein. Gentle but bold. And
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Double-O-Soul!. I dig rock and roll music. I can do the twine and the jerk. I wear strictly continental suits. And high collared shirts. I've got a reputation of bein. Gentle but bold. And
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for your soul O happy days, O happy days. O happy days A little carpet on the floor. And the winding cloth holds many moths. Around your Ku Klux furniture. I Incomprehensible in your frock And I
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O my soul mama. I lose control. Go ahead and shake if you wanna. And I'll never know. Wull come on. You know it's alright. We've got all night. You're driving me mad. And you shouldn't do
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. Hold tight the sacred ties that bind my weary soul. O God of light, of ancient skies, I sing it out, You’re alive. I’ll sing of your glory now. I’ll sing of your glory now. I’ll sing of your glory now
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Oh, my soul mama. I lose control. Go ahead and shake if you wanna. And I'll never know. Well, come on. You know it's alright. We've got all night. You're driving me mad, now. You shouldn't do
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Holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth The thrill of hope
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. Rock 'n' roll has a conscience. It supplies convenience. Gold against, against the soul. Against the soul Close the pits, sanctify Roy Lynk an O. B. E. Shareholding a piece of this * country
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O holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and ever pining. 'Til he appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope
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O holy night!. The stars are brightly shining,. It is the night. Of the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world. In sin and error pining. Till He appeared. And the Soul felt its worth. A
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O holy night!. The stars are brightly shining,. It is the night. Of the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world. In sin and error pining. Till He appeared. And the Soul felt its worth. A
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tiO Holy Night. arDavid Archuleta. alChristmas From The Heart. O Holy Night. David Archuleta. Christmas From The Heart. O Holy night. The stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear
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O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the Soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope
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appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn'. Fall on your knees, O hear the angels' voices. O night divine, O night when
