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her nail scratch your back just like a rake, oh oh. He one more gone, he one more John who make the mistake Island girl. What you wanting with the white man's world?. Island girl. Black boy want you
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tiWhy Georgia. arJohn Mayer. alRoom For Squares. Offset500. John Mayer - Why Georgia. I am driving up 85 in the. Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon. just stuck inside the gloom. 4 more exits to
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tiWhy Georgia. arJohn Mayer. alRoom For Squares. Offset500. John Mayer - Why Georgia. I am driving up 85 in the. Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon. just stuck inside the gloom. 4 more exits to
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Intro. . Out on the sea, there is an island. . Out on the sea, there is a place. . Out on the sea there's a wave. . With the power to save. . All the sailors from the dark and the deep
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Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba, fooba wooba. Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba John Saw a flea kick a tree. In the middle of the sea. Well, John, ho, John. Fooba wooba John Saw a rat
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Day by day they drink and dream,. Old men staring out to sea,. From the island, living on the island; And down in the harbour, it's a show,. Watching all the people as they come and go,. On the
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. . Cause I wonder sometimes. About the outcome. Of a still verdictless life. . Am I living it right?. Am I living it right?. Am I living it right?. Why, why, Georgia, why?. . I rent a room and I
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My heart is an island. Who shows her love to sea. Therein lie a harrow. Where fools come visit me I've seen so many travellers. But none allowed the key. It's for my lady captain. Who sails the
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Copper comes from Arizona. Peaches come from Georgia. Lobsters come from Maine. The wheat fields are the sweet fields of Nebraska. And Kansas gets bonanzas from the grain Ol' whiskey comes from
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spend the holiday away across the sea?. How'd ya like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?. How'd ya like to hang a stocking on a great big coconut tree? How'd ya like to stay up late like the
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spend the holiday away across the sea?. How'd ya like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?. How'd ya like to hang a stocking on a great big coconut tree? How'd ya like to stay up late, like the
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Bài hát Ellis Island - The Corrs. On the second Sunday. Annie be my guide. Liberty's a welcome. To an aching eye. We'll grow up together. Far away from home. Crossed the sea and ocean. To the land of
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I live on a lonely island in the heart of the city. I live on a lonely island there isn't any hope for me. I tell you my heart is broken, it's a shame have pity. I might as well be shipwrecked in
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I live on a lonely island in the heart of the city. I live on a lonely island there isn't any hope for me. I tell you my heart is broken, it's a shame have pity. I might as well be shipwrecked in
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. . Cause I wonder sometimes. About the outcome. Of a still verdictless life. . Am I living it right?. Am I living it right?. Am I living it right?. Why, why, Georgia, why?. . I rent a room and I
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. . Cause I wonder sometimes. About the outcome. Of a still verdictless life. . Am I living it right?. Am I living it right?. Am I living it right?. Why, why, Georgia, why?. . I rent a room and I
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embraces. Over the sea on the island of dreams. . High in the sky is a bird on a wing. Please carry me with you. Far far away from the mad rushing crowd. Please carry me with you. . Again I would
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I wander the streets. And the gay crowded places. Trying to forget you. But somehow it seems That my thoughts ever stray. To our last sweet embraces. Over the sea on the island of dreams High in
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embraces. Over the sea on the island of dreams. . High in the sky is a bird on a wing. Please carry me with you. Far far away from the mad rushing crowd. Please carry me with you. . Again I would
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Johnny Davis never let us down. Started up on the west side of town. By the 60s the midwest was ours. The bike's a body and John was the heart. . Meetings and the races and the women looked good
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dreams for me. Bad dreams by the sea Dreamin', you've got a lover. Dreamin', I got another. Dreamin' that there's a killer in your eyes Dreamin', that you're a user. Dreamin', that I'm a loser
