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thunes (bass). Chad wackerman (drums) City of tiny lites. Don't you wanna go. Hear the tiny auto horns. When they tiny blow. Tiny lightnin'. In the storm. Tiny blankets. Gonna keep you warm. Tiny
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---- -- ---- ------. . City of tiny lites. Don't you wanna go. Hear the tiny auto horns. When they tiny blow. Tiny lightin'. In the storm. Tiny blankets. Keep you warm. Tiny pillows. Tiny
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kind of love, it gets better every day. Crazy colors in the grey, our love. Tiny love, it's a tiny love. My life was dull. I used to walk in a different way. But now I'm dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin
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Tiny heart stuck inside yourself. When will you open up for me. I love you so and want to meet you again. Before one of us must go Your lips touched every hand but mine. If you choose me I'm
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Tiny heart stuck inside yourself. When will you open up for me. I love you so and want to meet you again. Before one of us must go Your lips touched every hand but mine. If you choose me I'm
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If you're part of my love, don't leave home tonight. While we're sleeping we can learn to see that All the world's a tiny bubble floating inside. Those of us who notice are expected to hide. All
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ti. ar. al. When the outside temperature rises. And the meaning is oh so clear. One thousand and one yellow daffodils. Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear. Are they trying to tell you something
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I'm mad at the way she loves me. And I'm mad at the way she cares I'm mad at the way she touch me. , at the way that she comb her hair. . I'd be lying if I said it didn't mean a. thing. I'd be
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me. Tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street. Handin' tickets out for God. Turnin' back, she just laughs. The boulevard is not that bad Piano man, he makes his stand. In the
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. If something goes wrong Tiny steps, almost real. Tiny fingers you almost feel. Make her walk or make her kneel. Oh, she's almost human beneath that Cuban heel Who's that down at the bottom of the
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Bài hát Tiny Dancer - Elton John. Blue jean baby, L. A. lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand. And
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thing. I close my eyes and I realize. All I really need is the love I have. And the love I have to give. Anything else there is, is insignificant. In this tiny life Wheels hit the runways, Mondays
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out in stereo. Boy Pinocchio and his golden deed. Masculinity, oh, galvanized in the world wide show. As we fertilize the seed Power mad, I didn't chop the tree down, Dad. I only try to do what's
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you, I find it hard to take. When people run in circles it's a very, very. Mad world, mad world. Children waiting for the day they feel good. Happy birthday, happy birthday. And to feel the way that
