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Bài hát You Can Be Anything (Wizardz Of Oz) - V. A. It takes a moment to break a butterfly. On the way up that's when you hear an angel cry. It takes a heartbeat to bring someone back to life. And
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In the midday sun. They beat on their drums. When Poppa Joe comes to town. With his coconut-rum. They can all have fun. They can drink it. 'Till the sun goes down Poppa Joe just smiles politely
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Bài hát Joe Le Taxi - Vanessa Paradis. Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. Et la Seine
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There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene. He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a. He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd. He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he
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welcome home again. It's too late for apologies they're falling at my feet This is just the way of the world Joe said. I had to put a bullet into his head. And then lit up a cigarette. Decided to call
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There's a place called Joe's where some of us go. When the hard working day is through. Through the neon and smoke, we laugh and tell jokes. And throw down a cold one or two There's a jukebox
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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Tour bus rolling down Broadway. Says "nobody you would know". In all the store front windows I see my face. And the lame expression of this average Joe. . Lord, a fool and his money parted ways
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so underweight. Donkey of mine he don't like weight. Put him on a cart he never walk straight. Me donkey want water, hold'em Joe. Spring 'round the corner, hold'em Joe. Me donkey want water, hold'em
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(Joe Ely). . There's a flood in the suburbs. Where will all the water go. I'm down at your shack. Hangin' on to your back door. You tell me you're the kind. That likes to change your mind
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Hello, woo, hey Here's a little story 'bout a boy named Joey. King of the world, got a very long story. Made a lot of money, live a life of glory. Did what he done but he end up sorry Beat a lot
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Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman dead. Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman dead. Yes I did, got both of them lying in that bed Hey Joe, where do you think you'll go?. Hey Joe, do you think
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' BEER AND MAKING NOISE. JOE WAS QUIET, SAD AND QUIET. SUZIE PRAYED THAT JOEY MIGHT PROPOSE. BUT ALL HE LEFT HER WAS A NOTE HE WROTE. THAT SAID, "I'M HIDING, I'M TIRED OF HIDING". JOE, DID YOU KNOW
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. Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go So you lost your gal, it's happened many times before. So you sit and mope like a dope, what's that good for?. Get a hold of yourself, forget her. You
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. Lies all mixed up with omissions. Aw welcome home again. It's too late for apologies they're falling at my feet . This is just the way of the world Joe said. I had to put a bullet into his head. And
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know. How I can get in touch with Joe? I will try to wait forever. It could take till the twelfth of never. How I pray we'd be together. Where did he go? My heart was pure, how could you bruise it
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time every day. Chorus. There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe. You used to say. No-one left alive. To call me Joe. You've been beyond the boundaries. Understood it all. And thought of
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Pre>f fsus f c (open d string/then back on 2nd fret). Joe hill come over from sweden shores. F fsus f c. Looking for some work to do. F c am. And the statue of liberty waved him by. C (open d
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mind up. Don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go. So you lost your gal, it's happened many times before,. So you sit and mope like a dope, what's that good for,. Get a hold of yourself
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mind up. Don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go. So you lost your gal, it's happened many times before,. So you sit and mope like a dope, what's that good for,. Get a hold of yourself
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Pip I. . Smokey Joe you're calling at the station,. "Love, it's one of lifes complications". I did not ask for this. "Oh but Love yes you did". . Maybe it terrifies me. This quiet siege
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to mama as he passed around the black eyed peas. Well Billie Joe never had a lick of sense pass the biscuits please. There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow. And mama said it was a
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Song Set 'Em Up Joe(Album Version) - Jamey Johnson. They got a vintage Victrola 1951. Full of my favorite records that I grew up on. They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24. Set 'em up Joe
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). This quiet siege. (Its too, too easy, to wish you harm). Maybe it terrifies me. (You threw black ice at the bottom of the river) Smokey Joe, hey, what a revelation. (My dark twin, the annihilating
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). This quiet siege. (Its too, too easy, to wish you harm). Maybe it terrifies me. (You threw black ice at the bottom of the river) Smokey Joe, hey, what a revelation. (My dark twin, the annihilating
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. Don't go around leading with your chin. No no Joe Now you got tanks. some fair size tanks. But you're acting like a clown. 'Cause man we've got Yanks. a mess of Yanks. And you might get caught with
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Every day the clock kicks off the beat. Little Joe struggles just to get up on his feet. Waits in his platforms for the right train to come. Sipping his coffee another day has begun. Little Joe
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Every day the clock kicks off the beat. Little Joe struggles just to get up on his feet. Waits in his platforms for the right train to come. Sipping his coffee another day has begun. Little Joe
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". . And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed. Peas. "Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the. Biscuits, please". "There's five more acres in the lower forty. Got to. Plow
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fit. Oh and Joe he was my man, the flower of my soul. Thou he never said he loved me, I just always seemed to know. While standing by the highway, thumbin' for a ride. The speeding wheels of a
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surrenders. Taken into custody. So satisfying, I would be lying. If I didn't want to hear the plea So we gather 'round, Psycho Joe. The quiet loners, always blow. Strap him in the chair. And killing bad
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walkaway Joe. Born to be a leaver. Tell you from the word go, destined to deceive her. He's the wrong kind of paradise. She's gonna know it in a matter of time. That boy's just a walkaway Joe. Now just a
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with eyes that shine. Voo-doo'd up this heart of mine. It seem like Happiness is jes' a thing called Joe. He's got a smile that makes the lilac wanna grow. He's got a way that makes the angels heave a
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Every mornin' the clock kicks off the beat. Little Joe struggles just to get up on his feet. Waits in his platforms for the right train to come. Sippin' his coffee, another day has begun Little
