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Sittin' in the kitchen a house in Macon. Loretta's singing on the radio. Smell of coffee eggs and bacon. Car wheels on a gravel road Pull the curtains back and look outside. Somebody somewhere
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. We've known and still not be cold?. True love travels on a gravel road Love is a stranger and hearts are in danger. On smooth streets paved with gold. Oh, true love travels on a gravel road, oh Down
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words. We got history (history). Got me feeling the nostalgia. When you look at me (look at me). Thinking 'bout what could've happened. Or what could've been. Finally a face I know, ain't that a
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winters. We've known and still not be cold?. True love travels on a gravel road. . Love is a stranger and hearts are in danger. On smooth streets paved with gold. Oh, true love travels on a gravel
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Song History (Tony Moran's HIStory Lesson) - Michael Jackson. New force. New force. New force. New force of a. New force. New force. New force of a. You are the king. New force. New force. New force
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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first cut run deep. Soul on flesh, this is the Brooklyn streets. Year of the Ox, seven and three. M. D. , the history (come on). Every soul's got one of these (yes). It's where you been and where you
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the radio. Smell of coffee eggs and bacon. Car wheels on a gravel road. Pull the curtains back and look outside. Somebody somehere I don't know. Come on now child we're gonna go for a ride. Car
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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anymore We could've been, we could've been Eighty years old, sipping on history. Every drop, taste every memory. Under the stars. Looking back on this beautiful love that we made. Holding your hand We
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anymore We could've been, we could've been Eighty years old, sipping on history. Every drop, taste every memory. Under the stars. Looking back on this beautiful love that we made. Holding your hand We
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Verse 1. Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is Britain. His history consisted of robbery killin' and pimpin. Filthy rich and the biggest killer that you ever seen. Once I'm older I'm takin
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Bài hát History Maker (Yuri!!! On Ice Opening) - Dean Fujioka (Đằng Cương Điện). Can you hear my heartbeat?. Tired of feeling never enough. I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come
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. It's a mystery. You want some history. It's a mystery So last night you got up and out of this room. The ceiling is peeling and covered in gloom. But Jaguar Shoes is the best you can stay
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. . Today a poet who cant play guitar. Tomorrow steve ovett has injured his calf. Next year the worlds greatest politician. Yesterday the boy who once had a mission. I dont wanna be a prologue to history
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. They missed their history. But they fight over place in it. Yeah they fight, over place in it. Hard-hit by the times. That's just how your life goes by. I know it's not your fault, you say. But there
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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At the movies eyes iced over. Walking sideways through them gutters. And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet like history. Well, don't you look at me like life don't hold you anymore
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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night, baby? I'm talking 'bout a whole lotta history. I can't find a way to show what you mean to me. I've fallen all around when you miss me. I don't know what to do, so, tell me, baby Hello, did you
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What are you asking me for?. It's not my *** history. What do you hope to find here?. There's nothing left as you can see With the beatings held again. We begin to scream and run. But the
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Like faithful oxen through the chalk, . With dragging tails of history walk. Soon confuse the compass and the cross. Carefully and cursively we fill our travelling diaries with loss. . Beneath
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. Stretching our youth as we must. Until we are ashes to dust. Until time makes history, of us Jeu De Paume's full of faces. Knowing peace, knowing strife. Leisure and toil. Still it's canvas and oil
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Like faithful oxen through the chalk, . With dragging tails of history walk. Soon confuse the compass and the cross. Carefully and cursively we fill our travelling diaries with loss. . Beneath
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What are you asking me for?. It's not my *** history. What do you hope to find here?. There's nothing left as you can see With the beatings held again. We begin to scream and run. But the
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?). . It's a mystery. Oh, it's a mystery. You want some history. Oh it's a mystery. . So last night you got up and out of this room,. The ceiling is peeling and covered in gloom,. Jaguar shoes is the
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We got history yeah. Ain't no mystery yeah. Know you're missing me yeah. That's what gets to me yeah. We got history yeah. Short as ten degrees yeah. Praise your sin for me yeah. That still gets to
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. . So think of me as history and I will leave to you all that you do. . Well I walked this earth, since woman gave birth. I'm a seed that is sown, the harvest is grown in all of you. But I've laid to
