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your friend . The roving wind . Maybe he can find my love. And bring her back, singing tree. Your leaves have turned from green to blue. Sometimes I think you loved her too. But since she left and
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your friend, the roving wind. Maybe he can find my love. And bring her back, singing tree Your leaves have turned from green to blue. Sometimes I think you loved her too. But since she left and our
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the paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary. Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green
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good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing. Though the paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my
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. Though the paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on And down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary. Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green
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' the paint is cracked and dry,. And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on. Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,. Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green
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wings of a butterfly. High as a tree tall and down again. With my back down, taking my shoes off,. Walk on a carpet, of green velvet Dance in my garden like we used to,. Dance in my garden like we
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wings of a butterfly. High as a tree tall and down again. With my back down, taking my shoes off,. Walk on a carpet, of green velvet Dance in my garden like we used to,. Dance in my garden like we
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Verse 1. Looking out at forests painted green. We could barely see. From way up top the willow tree. Shaking branches, old familiar breeze. Was only you and me. In our own world covered in green
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are sold. Each shop window displays a Christmas scene. For everybody young and old Icicles on eavesdrops and tinsel on the tree. But it's a green Christmas for me Couples skating on the pond
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steeple. Down by the village green. 'Twas there I met a girl called Daisy. And kissed her by the old oak tree. Although I loved my Daisy, I sought fame,. And so I left the village green. I miss the village
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. I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky. And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree. I'm turning my head up and down. I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
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was too slow and he fell to the floor. With three bullets close to the heart Oh, cottonwood tree are you waiting for me. Waiting to take me away. I've done no wrong, but the town cannot see. And, so
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I’ll fly on the wings of a butterfly. High as a tree tall and down again. With my back down, taking my shoes off,. Walk on the carpet, a green velvet. . Pre-Chorus. Dance in my garden like we used
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, Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree, with faithful leaves unchanging. Your boughs are green, in summers glow and do not fade in winters snow. Oh, Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree, with faithful leaves
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Take off my nothing inside. take off my nothing inside. green green green green. temple . green, your simple guide. bubble back in young beat. glad . their rights. and this the. far and. the
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Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree. Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree Dear sir, can you remember me?. Have a look inside
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Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree. Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree Dear sir, can you remember me?. Have a look inside
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faithful leaves unchanging. Your boughs are green, in summers glow and do not fade in winters snow. Oh, Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree, with faithful leaves unchanging Each year you bring to me delight
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tight. You're all that I need. Underneath the tree. Tonight (Tonight), I'm gonna hold you close (Ooh). Make sure that you know (Know). I was lost before you (Ooh). Christmas was cold and grey (Ooh
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Bài hát Winds Of Peace - Little Green Cars. The wind of peace. Blows to me from your bedside. I've never felt so serene. It's like I've died. In a field of green. You're the voice inside. My winds of
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Way down in Bowling Green. Prettiest girls you've ever seen. A man in Kentucky sure is lucky. To love down in Bowling Green Bowling Green folks treat you kind. They let you think your own mind
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I'm turning my head up and down . I'm turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin' around. And all that I can see is just another lemon tree. I wonder how. I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout
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Hunted down I came upon. A place of ferns and grass. Gathered to a redbud tree. And now their footsteps pass. Where I crouch in dread. Discovery my certain death. Bur leaves reaching for my
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the paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary. Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green
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the paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary. Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green
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tree, pine tree. Growin' from the soil of Gallilee. Don't be scared now, don't be slow. If you don't go the roots won't grow When I was a child there. Three feet I stood. I looked out on the valley
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the ground green, green, keep it clean. stick all your money up your money machine. green green perfect scene. oh it's very very nice here. but i wouldn't wanna live here you got your blazing red
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Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah. Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah. Underneath that tree. There's just gonna be you and me. Underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah Old man down
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Rusty green summers almost gone. I see winds clouding up the sun. And I cant find my way. Everythings gray Rusty green eyes on my mind. Memories someplace out of time. All the things we would do
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green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing. Though the paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on . Yeah, down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
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green is the color of spring. And green can be cool and friendly-like. And green can be big like an ocean. Or important like a mountain. Or tall like a tree When green is all there is to be. It could
