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Uptown Harlem Brown. Give me a Blues. Yeah, that's what I'm talking 'bout Fell in love with the Harlem Blues,. Even though he was a Moulin Rouge,. Hazel eyes seems to be unfair,. Cajun moon
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one,. It's never seen the sun. It only comes out. When the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming
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up. shake it like a bad girl up in harlem. when it's too hot, I light it up. light it up yeah smoke em if you got em here come the jets hide my money in your tube socks. run like me, like hell
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up. shake it like a bad girl up in harlem. when it's too hot, I light it up. light it up yeah smoke em if you got em here come the jets hide my money in your tube socks. run like me, like hell
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vein. He's vanishing, vanishing gone. In the Harlem rain Harlem rain coming down. Another shattered soul. In the lost and found. One more night on the street of pain. Getting washed away by the
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming
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Uptown Harlem Brown. Give me a Blues. Yeah, that's what I'm talking 'bout. . Fell in love with the Harlem Blues,. Even though he was a Moulin Rouge,. Hazel eyes seems to be unfair,. Cajun moon
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A dog barking at the crack of dawn. A baby's crying 'cause his mama's gone. I toss and turn and then I stretch and yawn. Another morning, another day. In the heart of Harlem. . I feel the
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleamin
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming. It's
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one,. It's never seen the sun. It only comes out. When the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming
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Christmas in Harlem. Right after autumn falls. Soakin' it all in. Then we go hit the mall. Even though we ain't ballin'. Feel like we bought it all. The mistletoe's right here. Come give a kiss to
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. I was raised to be his fool, his fool. . Walk that line, torn apart. Spend your whole life trying. Ride that train, free your heart. It's midnight up in Harlem. . I went down to the river. And
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Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem. Cannot hold you to it's heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming. Your flaming feet burn up the street. I am homeless, come and take me. To the reach of your
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Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem. Cannot hold you to its heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming. Your flaming feet burn up the street. I am homeless, come and take me. To reach of your
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Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem. Cannot hold you to it's heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming. Your flaming feet are burning up the street I am homeless come and take me. Into the reach of
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Song Harlem - Bill Withers. Summer night in Harlem. Man it's really hot. Well it's too hot to sleep and too cold to eat. I don't care if I die or not Winter night in Harlem. Oh oh radiator won't
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Summer night in Harlem. Man it's really hot. Well it's too hot to sleep and too cold to eat. I don't care if I die or not Winter night in Harlem. Oh oh radiator won't get hot. And that mean old
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem It is a special one, it's never seen the sun. It only comes out when the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one,. It's never seen the sun. It only comes out. When the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a special one,. It's never seen the sun. It only comes out. When the moon is on the run. And all the stars are gleaming
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Drop me off in Harlem,. any place in Harlem,. There's someone waiting there. who makes it seem like. Heaven up in Harlem. . I don't want your Dixie,. you can keep your Dixie,. there's no one
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