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    meat No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara. They chain
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    meat No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara. They chain
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    that will follow you. You're my Joan of Arc Joan of Arc You had a vision they couldn't see so. They put you down. But everything that you said would happen. It came around. And they're the ones that
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    (Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Miracles keep happening. The sun rose in the east today. I sat up and sighed for the millionth time. As the dawn was phasing a night away. The blues can last
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    Bài hát Joan Of Arc - Madonna. Each time they take a photograph. I lose a part I can't get back. I wanna hide, this is the part where I dettach. Each time they write a hateful word. Dragging my soul
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    Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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    Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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    (Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Ripping along towards middle age. And my music career kind of missed a page. Record sales began to drop. The management all began to hop. Not worry, they said
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    Written by joan osborne, jack petruzzelli, erik della penna, & rainy orteca. . Tender as a peach. Someone I would love to teach. Started as a joke. Just a lazy little poke. Wake up one sweet
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    Written by joan osborne & joseph arthur. . I was a troubled soul. I had a worried mind. Drifting from place to place. I was the restless kind. Right there in front to me. Bright as the light
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    (Words and Music by Joan Baez). . At night in the safety of shadows and numbers. Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers. The buying and selling of casual looks. Stuff that gets printed in
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    (Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Though the songwriters of the industry. Write most of the songs I do. And it's clear that no one will ever. Sing them quite the way I do. I think tonight I'll
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    (Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Luba, it was only the finest wine. Means or no means. Only the finest place to dine. Paris in the sixties. You had three sons. Handsome husband by your side
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    Artist Joan Baez. Song Love Is Just A Four Letter Word. . Seems like only yesterday. I left my mind behind. Down in the Gypsy Cafe. With a friend of a friend of mine. She sat with a baby heavy
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    (Words and Music by Joan Baez). . How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger. His warm arms all around me?. How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul
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    Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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    Bài hát La Llorona (The Weeping Woman) - Joan Baez. Todos me dicen el negro, llorona . Negro pero cariñoso . Todos me dicen el negro, llorona . Negro pero cariñoso . Yo soy como el chile verde
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    El Preso Numero Nueve. . Joan Baez. . Al preso numero nueve, ya lo van a confesar. Está rezando en la celda con el cura del penal. Porque ante este amanecer, la vida le han de quitar. Porque
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    Temptation drags you down. Takes you where you wanna be. But deep inside you know. The reason for the fear Fear of letting go, fear of being so. Possessed all the time. Being hypnotized. By thos
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    He has little red feet. His stockin's in his shoes. Lipstick and rouge on his face. He has his hair piled high. Has a red umbrella. And carries his head in the sky And I said "Awe Rosie, don't yo
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    Lumina. Come and wrap around me. Lumina. Take me through the snow Eve take a train, Eve took a train. Went to see her man. Melting inside, melting away. Like butter in the pan Lumina. Come and
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    In the cool of the evening. When everything is getting kind of groovy. You call me up and ask me. Would I like to go with you and see a movie?. . First I say no, I've got some plans for tonight.
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    Suzane takes you down. To a place by the river. You can see the boats go by. You can spend the night forever And you know that she's half crazy. That's why you want to be there. She feeds you tea
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    Bài hát Ladder - Joan Osborne. Today and everyday, today and everyday. Today and everyday, today and everyday. I'm standin' here in your closet. Unbuttonin' all your clothes. I sleep in your bed
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    Bài hát Pensacola - Joan Osborne. Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey. Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey. Well, I found him in Pensacola. In a trailer in the sand. The man
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    I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed. rolling across an open plain,. I feel like something nobody needs. I feel my life drifting away,. drifting away - I feel like a broken wagon wheel. when I can't
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    Stewball was a good horse. He wore his head high. And the mane on his foretop. Was fine as silk thread I rode him in England. I rode him in Spain. And I never did lose, boys. I always did gain S