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She said, "Dear John, I'm moving on. By this time I'm gonna be long gone. Dear John, c'est la vie, dear John. So long, you've seen the last of me" I don't want her back, I won't even try. This time
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense à John. Rien qu'à John. Un sourire, puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson Ni triste, ni gaie. Entre deux, trois interviews. Et du swing qui mousse. Dans
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MARILYN ET JOHN . ( VANESSA PARADIS ) . Marilyn peint sa bouche . Elle pense a John . Rien qu'a John . Un sourire, puis un soupir . Elle fredonne une. chanson . Ni triste, ni gaie . Entre deux
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Written by John Mellencamp. . She's one of those Sunday afternoon walkers. Who searches down the rich dick. So here comes, speak this way baby. Ain't no tongue some kinda a trick. So shake that
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense a John. Rien qu'a John. . Un sourire. Puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson. Ni triste. Ni gaie entre deux. Trois interviews. . Et du swing qui
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense a John. Rien qu'a John. . Un sourire. Puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson. Ni triste. Ni gaie entre deux. Trois interviews. . Et du swing qui
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Do what John?Do what John?Come again do what?Do what John?Do what John?Do what?Do what?Do what?Do where John?Do where John?With what, with whom and when?Triffic, really triffic!Pardon?Come again?
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C moon, C moon, C moon is she. C moon, C moon, C moon to me How come no one older than me ever seems. To understand the things I wanna to do?. It will be L7 and I'd never get to heaven. If I
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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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I don't sing those songs to make you sad. Only ones to love me. Every now and then again. If you're feeling down and lonely. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon. C'mon and love me Ain't it downrigh
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Super Idol de xiàoróng . Dōu méi nǐ de tián. Bā yuè zhèngwǔ de yángguāng. Dōu méi nǐ yàoyǎn. Rè'ài 105 °C de nǐ. Dī dī qīngchún de zhēngliúshuǐ. Nǐ bù zhīdào nǐ yǒu duō kě'ài. Diédǎo hòu huì
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ti. ar. al. C'mon C'mon C'mon. Bryan Adams. C'mon C'mon C'mon. We're gonna make it home tonight. C'mon C'mon C'mon. Everything's gonna be alright. The night is alive. The world is asleep. Dreaming of
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23 seconds of instrumental to open John Legend. They wait to plead their case, unknown cast aside. I love to see their face, can we spare the lie?. Are we afraid to see them, prisoners of history
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23 seconds of instrumental to open John Legend. They wait to plead their case, unknown cast aside. I love to see their face, can we spare the lie?. Are we afraid to see them, prisoners of history
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Music by elton john and bernie taupin. Available on the album blue moves instrumental
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Written by elton john. Released as a uk b-side in 1985 instrumental
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Lost John standing by the railroad track. Waiting for the freight train to come back. Freight train come and it didn't stop. Lost John thought he'd have to ride on top. . Long, long lost John
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C moon c moon c moon is she. C moon c moon c moon to me. . How come no one older than me. Ever seems to understand the things I wanna to do?. It will be l7 and I'd never get to heaven. If I
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(C'mon, C'mon). Zayn. The one that I came with, she had to go. But you look amazing,. Standing alone. Liam. So c'mon, c'mon. Niall. Move a little closer now,. Liam. C'mon, c'mon,. Louis. Either way yo
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I said C. , C. C. Rider. Oh see, what you have done. (Yea yea yea) I said C. (C. C. Rider) C. C. Rider (C. C. Rider). Oh see, (C. C. Rider) what you have done. (Yea yea yea) Oh girl
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. -237°C vẫn ok. Thấy em đi cùng người không phải anh. Biết là sẽ đau vào những ngày sau. Cứ dại khờ mặc cho những thờ ơ. Lấy vài ly chìm vào những cuồng si. Áo sơ mi cũng chỉ để lau bờ mi. Em thật ra thì
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I believe I'm John Wayne. They call me John Wayne You know you've got it coming. I'll tell it to you straight. I'm coming for you very soon. I'll never hesitate I've come to measure you. I will
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Dear John, I knew you about as well as anyone. We were the wild ones. So sure those days would never end. Now they're only memories my friend Dear John, I'll see you. Some day again I swear, I
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C'mon I got diesel on my sleeze bend. Plowin' up a cloud of dust. I just called my buddy Steve. He's been haulin' here from dawn 'til dust And cotton pickin' Ricky said. He's ready for a cold beer
