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I remember tears streaming down your face When you said I'd never let you go When all those shadows almost killed your light I remember you said don't leave me here alone But all that's dead and gone
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. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound. Verse 2 Taylor Swift with John Paul White of the Civil Wars backup. Don't you dare look out your window. Darling, everything's on fire. The war outside
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I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. With
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I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. With
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Dust settles on a thin cloud. Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd. I've had my face in the mirror for twenty-four hours. Starin' at a line of white powder High-priced madness pays the tab
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. Goodbye John six white horses come to take you home. Goodbye John took you away before you sang your song hmm. Some preach wrong and some preach right. Some preach love and some preach fight. Takes every
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Check it out, check it out, check it out. And when I'm dead who'll fly the White Bird home. I'm not the ancient mariner your children know. And the sea's the field these old jack tars have sown
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The sun shone pink on white walls. And the trees stood so tall. Defiant, proud and loud against the sky. There's no sign, there's no plan. There ain't even a helping hand. Just the bitter tang
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night. Nobody would ever say a word not even durin' Martha White. And I was awful young back then but still I knew just why. That John closed the shop the whole day. When we heard that Hank had died
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, I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas. With every Christmas card I write. Ooh, may your days, may your days. May your days be merry and bright. And may all your Christmases be white. Play it for me, John
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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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Song Margarita - Paul Williams. Her family lives in a trailor . Five miles out of town . He's crazy said the neighbors . I was white--she was brown . But we'd just run to the river . And lay our
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John Henry to the White House. And they buried him in the sand. Every locomotive come roarin' by. Says there lies a steel drivin' man, Lord, Lord. There lies a steel drivin' man. Says there lies a steel
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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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her nail scratch your back just like a rake, oh oh. He one more gone, he one more John who make the mistake Island girl. What you wanting with the white man's world?. Island girl. Black boy want you
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Song We'Ve Only Just Begun - Paul Williams. We've only just begun to live. White lace and promises. A kiss for luck and we're on our way. (We've only begun). Before the risin' sun, we fly. So many
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten. And children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With every
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Aye yo Paul, it's Em. I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing. And I know that he's not 'Thrilled' about the video. What does he 'Wanna be startin'' somethin'?'. Well I'll show him who's
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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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See the bright red sports car, see the happy couple. See their clothes so white and their skin so pink. See them playing squash gotta keep their bodies supple. How they kiss goodnight but tomorrow
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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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Song Hurricane Eye - Paul Simon. Tell us all a story about how it used to be. Make it up and then write it down, just like history. About Goldilocks and the three bears, nature in the cross hairs
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Are we to speak, first day of the week. Stumbling words at the bar. Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries. Long island kindness and wine. Beloved of John, I get it all wrong. I read you for some kind
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With
