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single word was spoken. A bitter breeze, a lonely stream. Echoed through the glen. Echoed through the glen Droichead na ndeor. Agus droichead na gcaointe. Droichead na gcaointe. Agus droichead na
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Way up there in the poison glen. Sun's going down on the misty mountain. And I'm watching. And wondering. Feeling something from long ago Haunted echo that surrounds the glen. The heather
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Song Karma - Jessica Andrews. Out of nowhere you just wanna be free. Cut me loose forget all about me. Baby, tell me, have you ever heard. About this little five letter word What comes around
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Bài hát Mad Love - Sean Paul, David Guetta, Becky G. Intro Becky G. Jiggle up yuh body. Jiggle up yuh sinting. Pre-Chorus Sean Paul & Becky G. Love me, love me like that. Love me like we ain't never
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(Written by Mitchell Torok & Ramona Redd). (As recorded by Glen Campbell). (From the movie 'Norwood') Marie. You're a strange little one. Marie. Always on the run. Marie. Where do you belong
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Lời bài hát/ lyric "Let it be". Nhạc sĩ/ sáng tác john lennon and paul mccartney. When I find myself in times of trouble. Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom let it be. And in my hour
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lives next door So go live in the. House of David, if you like. But be sure he don't know. Peter, John or Mike Are you sure, that you're mine?. Aren't you dating other guys?. 'Cause you're so cheap
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lives next door So go live in the. House of David, if you like. But be sure he don't know. Peter, John or Mike Are you sure, that you're mine?. Aren't you dating other guys?. 'Cause you're so cheap
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Song Helplessly, Hopelessly - Jessica Andrews. I can stand with the weight of the world. On my shoulders. I can fight with the toughest of the tough. I can laugh in the face. Of all my insecurities
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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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Song Good Time - Jessica Andrews. I guess it's written on my face. God, I get so sick of this place. I gotta get up, and get out, and get a life . The days run long and nights too short. Not much
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Song Burning Bridges - Glen Campbell. Found some letters. You wrote me this morning. They told of a love we once knew. Now they're gone. I burnt them to ashes. Don't want nothin' to remind me o-of
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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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