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The clouds come on creepin' and you got me weepin' this moment. I can't believe you're really gonna leave this town. Everyone knows, I can't make a move with you. You're turnin' my whole world, ups
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I woke up this mornin', just another day. Don't ask me for very much, gave it all away. No use to pretend, the movie has to end. I made my last stand, last night at Danceland I got high last night
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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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As old Joe sat a dyin'. The baby down the hall was cryin'. Somebody had a party goin' on. The fat boy you told tales to. Moved away the other day. To think with no goodbye. He could have gone
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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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Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go. Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go You got to realize this is the wind-up. You're gonna feel much better once you make your mind up
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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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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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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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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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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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