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, your lips. They pull me in the moment. You and I alone, and. People may be watching. I don't mind 'cause. Anywhere with you feels right. Anywhere with you feels like. Paris in the rain. Paris in the rain
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Bài hát Somebody Loves Somebody - Celine Dion. I don't want another piece of your mind . So take it somewhere else for the night . 'Cause I can't take another goodbye . If you wanna fight, bite your
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Paris, j'ai pris perpète. Paris, j'ai perdu la tête pour toi. Ah ah ah Paris, quelle comédienne. Paris, quelle mise en scène de choix. Ah ah ah Ah ah ah. Paris, tu prends tes airs de diva. Avec
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I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,. I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. . I love Paris every moment,. Every moment of
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I love Paris in the spring time. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles. I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles I love Paris every moment. Every moment of the
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Bài hát Paris - The Chainsmokers. We were staying in Paris. To get away from your parents. And I thought, "Wow. If I could take this in a shot right now. I don't think that we could work this out
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Felt too much, did she feel a thing?. Long, dark hair, never saw her cry. In two halves I was torn. My maybe love who wouldn't even try She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me
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But when I get to Paris. We'll paint all our portraits. In brush-strokes of yellow. And christen the canvas The left bank is crying. For color to crown it. Like the roof of a palace. We'll drink
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still I had to go. Cause what's good a rainbow. Without my pot of gold?. And now your beds empty. And your pillow's cold. You never realized the love. Until my love was gone. Yeah. Alyssa Reid. When you
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everybody loves you. Everybody loves you you're adored. Everybody loves you Anybody else would sympathize. But I know that you need. Someone to despise Now your mood is not so good. You don't know what
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All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?. . My
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
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Bài hát Loves Me Like a Rock - Paul Simon. When I was a little boy. And the Devil would call my name. I'd say "now who do. Who do you think you're fooling?". I'm a consecrated boy. Singer in a
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When I was a little boy. And the Devil would call my name. I'd say "now who do. Who do you think you're fooling?". I'm a consecrated boy. Singer in a Sunday choir. My mama loves, she loves me
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When I was a little boy. And the Devil would call my name. I'd say "now who do. Who do you think you're fooling?". I'm a consecrated boy. Singer in a Sunday choir. My mama loves, she loves me
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Every time I look down on this timeless town. Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or whether soft be her tears. More and more do I realize. . I love Paris in the
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More and more I been thinkin' 'bout love. Love ain't all I been thinkin' of. Some people do and some people don't. Some people will and say, "They won't" But my baby loves to rock. And my baby
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More and more I been thinkin' 'bout love. Love ain't all I been thinkin' of. Some people do and some people don't. Some people will and say, "They won't" But my baby loves to rock. And my baby
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tiParis. arDido. alWhite Flag. Paris. Dido. Coming back from Paris on the train. I really didn't care if the journey took all day. Trying to turn the pages of my magazine. While trying to keep ahold
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When somebody loves you, you feel it in your heart. When somebody loves you, you know it from the start. Every kiss becomes more than a kiss. Each look, each touch they mean so much. And that's
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Every time I look down on this timeless town. Whether blue or gray be the sky. Whether loud be her cheers or where soft be her tears. More and more do I realize. I love Paris in the springtime
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Bring me your loves. All of your loves, your loves. I wanna love them, too, ya know?. Bring me your loves. All of your loves, your loves. I wanna love them, too, ya know?. Bring me your loves
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the moon. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise. . I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face-to-face
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
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My Baby Loves Me. Artist Martina Mcbride. Don't need no copy of Vogue magazine. Don't need to dress like no beauty queen. High heels or sneakers he don't give a damn. My baby loves me just the way
