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Bài hát Joe Le Taxi - Vanessa Paradis. Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. Et la Seine
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(Gary Moore/Philip Lynott) I remember Paris in '49. The Champs Elysee, Saint Michel,. and old Beaujolais wine. And I recall that you were mine. in those Parisienne days. Looking back at the
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(Gary Moore/Philip Lynott) I remember Paris in '49. The Champs Elysee, Saint Michel,. and old Beaujolais wine. And I recall that you were mine. in those Parisienne days. Looking back at the
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I dreamed, I saw Joe Hill last night. Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead". "I never died" says he. "I never died" says he "The copper bosses killed you, Joe". "They shot
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fear. Over and over. And over and over. And over and over Marilyn moore It's always a headache the size of a tour truck. She's full of disorders, depends what you're used to. She's talking of
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In the midday sun. They beat on their drums. When Poppa Joe comes to town. With his coconut-rum. They can all have fun. They can drink it. 'Till the sun goes down Poppa Joe just smiles politely
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Joe le taxi y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. . Son saxo iavne connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. . Et la Seine et ses ponts qui brillent
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Always Gonna Love You. Gary Moore. It's not the same when I look in her eyes. . The magic's not there. . And when I look, I realize . what we could have shared. . I'm always gonna love you, . if
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There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene. He's one mellow ass son of a *-a. He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd. He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he
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rings, it's an understood thing. Joe don't know where they are At a table in the corner. There's a young man and an empty chair. His head in his hands, tears in his eyes. And a girlfriend's ring lying
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(Gary Moore/Philip Lynott) I remember Paris in '49. The Champs Elysee, Saint Michel,. and old Beaujolais wine. And I recall that you were mine. in those Parisienne days. Looking back at the
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EVERYTHING WAS IN THE PICKUP TRUCK. HE PACKED A BAG AND MAMA SAID GOOD LUCK. IN CALIFORNIA, CALIFORNIA,. PAPA TOLD HIM THAT HE SHOULDN'T GO. SAID, "I DON'T WANNA SAY I TOLD YOU SO". BUT, JOE I
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Ho jump down, spin around, let's have a party. Look who's back, Stay Away Joe. Chock taw, chick a Shaw, gonna drink me hearty. Welcome back, Stay Away Joe Stay Away Joe they call me. Stay Away
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a * anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a * anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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, be careful! That chick belongs to Smokey Joe" From behind the counter I saw a man. A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand. He grabbed me by my collar and he began to shout. "You'd better eat
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Hey, does anybody know. How I can get in touch with Joe? If I have to catch a subway. Or catch a plane on a runway. I've got to find out some way. Where did he go? Yesterday was bright and sunny
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Hey Joe, where you goin' with that money in your hand?. Hey Joe, where you goin' with that money in your hand?. Chasin' my woman, she run off with another man. Goin downtown, buy me a Forty Four
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Samantha Moore - Replace You Taking it day to day. Living without your face. Looking for easy ways. To fill my head. Losing you in a crowd. Keeping the feelings down. So I forget. Where do I
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Song Hold 'em Joe - Harry Belafonte. Hold 'em Joe, hold'em Joe, hold'em Joe. But don't let him go. Hold 'em Joe, hold'em Joe, hold'em Joe. But don't let him go. Me donkey want water, hold'em Joe
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