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Tuesday's gone with the wind. I tell you, Tuesday's gone, oh she's gone with the wind. My baby's gone with the wind. Train roll on, oh My baby's gone. I'm right now, now Tuesday. Ride on train, ride on
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Tuesday. Who is gonna hang a name on you?. And when you change with every new day. Still I'm gonna miss you. . Don't ask her why she needs to be so free. She 's gonna tell you it's the only way to be
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Bài hát Tuesday (feat. Danelle Sandoval) - Burak Yeter, Danelle Sandoval. Got the club going up, on a Tuesday. Got your girl in the cut, and she ain't choosey. Club goin up, on a Tuesday
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Verse 1 Eric Cartman. Well. Kyle's mom's a bitch, she's a big fat bitch. She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world. She's a stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch. She's a bitch to all the
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Fat boys cry when ugly girls sing. About the way the world would be if they were thin. And ugly girls turn their heads when fat boys laugh. About the handsome kid next door who broke their heart
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Tuesday heartbreak seem to be unfair. 'Cause you say that you found another man. Tuesday break heart, guess you just don't care. 'Cause you found you another, another man Well I wanna be with you
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roll on many miles from my home,. See I'm, I'm ridin' my blues, babe, blues away, yeah. But Tuesday you see, oh, she had to be free. Somehow I got to, to carry on. My baby's gone. Tuesday's gone
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seen my toes. When I'm goin' to the movies. I take up seven rows Because I'm fat, I'm fat, come on. (Fat, fat, really really fat). You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it. (Fat, fat, really really
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chiụ. Và luôn gian rộng vòng chân đón chờ a. Pre. Cuộc đời em luôn là thứ 3. Ngày ngày em mong rằng anh ban cho tình yêu thiết tha. Cuộc đời em luôn là thứ 3. Giờ ngta gọi em là. Chorus. Tues tuesday x n
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Song Tuesday Night - Jack Ingram. Another Tuesday night. In the rain. Another day gone by. They look all the same. I wake up in the morning. It's another day. Put a dress for you to see. And I'll
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. My baby's gone with the wind. Train roll on. Tuesday's gone. . Train roll on many miles from my home,. See, I'm riding my blues away. Yeah. Tuesday, you see, she had to be free. But somehow
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burning desire started on Sunday. Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday. Da da da dum x4. . Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch. . Don't be afraid it's only me
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tiC U Next Tuesday. arKesha. al. |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||BIGBANG ❤ G-DRAGON|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||. --- --- - Kesha - C U Next Tuesday - --- ---. was looking lost, it was cold
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Oh, if I make a mark in time. Then I can say the mark is mine. I'm only the underline of the word. Yes, I'm like him. Just like you. An' I can't tell you what to do. Like everybody else. I'm se
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my baby gravy all over your face (yeah). . (Woah, Woah) Thar She Blows!. (Woah, Woah) Thar She Blows!. Fat Girl, she's everything I wanted and more. Fat Girl, she can't fit through the door
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tiFat Bottomed Girls. arQueen. al20558088. Artist Queen. Album Jazz. Title Fat Bottomed Girls (May). Are you gonna take me home to night?. Ah down beside that red fire light. Are you gonna let it all
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. My baby's gone with the wind. Train roll on. Tuesday's gone. . Train roll on many miles from my home,. See, I'm riding my blues away. Yeah. Tuesday, you see, she had to be free. But somehow
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. My baby's gone with the wind. Train roll on. Tuesday's gone. . Train roll on many miles from my home,. See, I'm riding my blues away. Yeah. Tuesday, you see, she had to be free. But somehow
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I say. He did it on my birthday. And every other Tuesday. And every other Tuesday. . I've been betrayed, and lied to and spat on. Kicked when I'm down. And then I hit the ground. I hope you're
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burning desire started on Sunday. Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday. Da da da dum x4. . Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch. . Don't be afraid it's only me
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Pack a suitcase , she's leaving Tuesday. This shits been over since you gone. But you know, its for sure. I tried to pretend to go , Best off you leave me on my own Ain't no use to, talk about
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Song Full Fat - Newton Faulkner. It's hard to see the light. When the fridge door is closed. Tip toe down the hall, open the door. And find out that God is a small sausage roll. I fall and I crawl
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Fat jack by steppenwolf. Rolly Poly Fat Man. Thunder down the hall. On your way to breakfast. You got to have it all. A plate of cold spaghetti. One day on the floor. Clean your chops and take
