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I tore my letter up. I couldn't even start. To tell you what's really in my heart. There's only so much that words can say. So I sent you a piece of this beautiful day. Oh. I want you to know
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Artist Joan Baez. Song Love Is Just A Four Letter Word. . Seems like only yesterday. I left my mind behind. Down in the Gypsy Cafe. With a friend of a friend of mine. She sat with a baby heavy
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Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. This is a Christmas remix and it's sang. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah Did you get my card?. Did you read my love letter?. Did it touch your
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so Pay attention bout to rock the spot. Let's take advantage of the time we got. We here for a reason now so when I close the door. Put yo palms on the floor M I crooked letter, crooked letter I. I
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(Yeaahh Lil Lody on the track!). I got a letter for you. Yeah, from the the bottom of my heart nigga. 8/11. Dear. I respect you like a little brother should. You gotta know, got a million
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(Yeaahh Lil Lody on the track!). I got a letter for you. Yeah, from the the bottom of my heart nigga. 8/11. Dear. I respect you like a little brother should. You gotta know, got a million
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my name, in the night. To keep her warm. . She got a red pill blue pill. Red pill blue pill. Red pill blue pill. Red pill blue pill. Milk of amnesia. . She's scared of the blacks. And she's
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has been more alone. and i might feel better if i write a letter. if i write a letter home. . yeah i heard the news bout' that ol gang of mine. they're all getting married, they're all doing fine
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(Yes, he did). I said, he, he brought me (Yes, he did). A letter full of tears. . I thought we had a love so strong (We had a love). It would take a lifetime to break us apart. Oh yeah, but I found
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someone else your love letter. 'Cause I'm always on the road And of course I wanna know you better. But you know the way it goes. Well, a telegram's no substitute. When it comes to living proof Oh, go
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They know what everybody knows. Better sit, a letter from a thief says. Finally when everybody sleeps. So few ways to cover up the old wounds Lost in a finger, forced to lie. This sends us
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-letter word, love ain't nothing Forget your mama's Rosary beads. To get you through this time of need. You know you gotta cross that line. You take it one day at a time Had enough, the silver clouds all
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should never be heard. Love is a four letter word. A four letter word L is for leaving. O is for on time. V is for the voices warning me, I'll lose my mind. E is for the ending, the unhappy ending of
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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Life is a game where nothing is real - only you, only me. Right from the start we chase an ideal - fooling you, fooling me Are you hearing what I hear. Are you feeling what I feel You'r still no
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lasts. a thousand years. will soon be gone. This flame that burns. inside of me. I'm hearing secret harmonies. { It's a kind of magic ! }. The bell that rings. inside your mind. is challenging the doors
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sundays. And a handle for the door. A letter that I sent for you. A note you left for me. A wave a pack of cigarettes. A pocket full of beads. You didn't leave me anything. That I can understand
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sundays. And a handle for the door. A letter that I sent for you. A note you left for me. A wave a pack of cigarettes. A pocket full of beads. You didn't leave me anything. That I can understand
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sundays. And a handle for the door. A letter that I sent for you. A note you left for me. A wave a pack of cigarettes. A pocket full of beads. You didn't leave me anything. That I can understand
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sundays. And a handle for the door. A letter that I sent for you. A note you left for me. A wave a pack of cigarettes. A pocket full of beads. You didn't leave me anything. That I can understand
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I was standin' by my window yesterday morning. Without a thought of worry or of care. When I saw the postman comin' up the pathway. With such a happy face and jolly air. He rang the bell and
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I was standin' by my window yesterday morning. Without a thought of worry or of care. When I saw the postman comin' up the pathway. With such a happy face and jolly air. He rang the bell and
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of good times. Miracles so amazed, soldiers far away. It makes me ask the question, baby Did you get my card?. Did you read my love letter?. Did it touch your heart. When you read my love letter
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of good times. Miracles so amazed, soldiers far away. It makes me ask the question, baby Did you get my card?. Did you read my love letter?. Did it touch your heart. When you read my love letter
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tiThe Letter. arMidnight Youth. alThe Brave Don't Run. The Letter - Midnight Youth. The Brave Don't Run (2009). Uploaded by New Zealand Rocks!. Yesterday, I got a letter. From an old friend of mine
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I'm doing. My Christmas dreaming. A little early this year. No sign of snow around. And yet I go around. Hearing jingle bells. Ringing in my ear. . Your promise. Must be the reason. The
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tiLast Letter. arKatharine McPhee. alUnbroken. Katharine McPhee - Last Letter. I have a few words in defense of my youth. My regrets will fill an ocean or two. I was young. I didn't know. What I
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I'm writing you. But I always fail to mention. 'Cos you know I really don't like to fuss. So I'm gonna hold it in I'm writing you a dear John letter. I tried to stay but it never got better. I
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Bài hát A Letter To My Younger Self - Quinn XCII. I know you're scared, leavin' this home. You're not that used to livin' alone. You're not that used to speakin' your mind. You're too used to waitin
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not weep. It's only the sound of a world on the run. You're hearing the sound of a gun
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Bài hát Confessions Of A Broken Heart (Daughter To Father) - Lindsay Lohan. I wait for the postman to bring me a letter. And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better. And I carry the weight of
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tears and the sorrows you'll save. . While I am writing this letter I think of the past. And all the promises that you are breakin' so free. But to this cruel world I'll soon say my farewell at last
