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Danny is my name, oh yes My name should be trouble. My name should be woe. For trouble and heartache. Is all that I know But Danny. Yes, Danny is my name. Oh, oh, oh yes, oh yes My life has been
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Oh, Danny boy. The pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen. And down the mountainside The summer's gone. And all the roses falling. It's you, it's you must go. And I must bide But come
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Oh, Danny Boy. The pipes, the pipes are callin'. From Glen to Glen. And down the mountain side The summer's gone. And all the roses fallin'. It's you, it's you. Must go and I must bide Oh
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there. why did i leave you there. with your long black kitty and your funky hair. why did i leave you there. see mr danny boy. did ya see mr danny boy. he's a rock top boxer just a bundle of joy
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,. 'Caus it's too easy to bruise. When you take your mark,. Danny with your aim,. Danny for my heart,. It's only pain. What does it prove,. Again and again?. Danny nobody wins. (1. 23). If it's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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na na na na na na. It's too late, it's to late Danny was young boy. sitting at a table. playing with the dirty cards. hiding all the jokers, hitting all the aces. playing with the dirty cards It's
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. Golden rain, will bring you riches. All the good things, you deserve now Climbing forever trying. Find your way out, of the wildwild wood. Now there's no justice. There's only yourself, that you can
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Oh, I once had a girl. Or should I say she once had me. She showed me her room. Isn't it good, Norwegian Wood She asked me to stay. And she told me to sit anywhere. So I looked around. And I
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through the icicles. With that wood box beneath my feet Chorus. All I got was this little wood guitar. What it brought was neon lights and crowded bars. Like all the kings with all thier gold. Went
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Bing Crosby/John Scott Trotter Orchestra. . Written by Frederic E. Weatherly. . . Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountainside;. The summer's
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Song Danny Boy - Tony Bennett. Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling. It's you, it's you must go
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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come
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