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There's no mistake. I smell that smell. It's that time of year again. I can taste the air. Clocks go back railway track. Something blocks the line again. And the train runs late for the first
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There's no mistake. I smell that smell. It's that time of year again. I can taste the air. Clocks go back railway track. Something blocks the line again. And the train runs late for the first
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There's no mistake. I smell that smell. It's that time of year again. I can taste the air. Clocks go back railway track. Something blocks the line again. And the train runs late for the first
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There's no mistake. I smell that smell. It's that time of year again. I can taste the air. Clocks go back railway track. Something blocks the line again. And the train runs late for the first
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There's no mistake, I smell that smell. It's that time of year again. I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track. Something blocks the line again. And the train runs late for the first
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Too Late Too Late Too Late. In this almighty cage We shop through the yellow page Gone is the corner store There is a. Supermarket there for you But feelings remain the same. And itґs too late
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change your mind. (Too late) It's a new day, a new age. A photograph just taken. Is ready one minute later. Cars are bigger and better. But the manufacturer's sastified never. In a world full of
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change your mind. (Too late) It's a new day, a new age. A photograph just taken. Is ready one minute later. Cars are bigger and better. But the manufacturer's sastified never. In a world full of
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It's late afternoon. Smoke fills the room. The actor sighs. Dogs barkin' outside The night seems the same. It sleeps in the day. The actress cries. For their last goodbyes It's always this way
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Bài hát The Late Great Johnny Ace - Paul Simon. I was reading a magazine. And thinking of a rock and roll song. The year was nineteen fifty four. And I hadn't been playing that long When a man
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waited till it came It came all the way from Texas. With a sad and simple face. And they signed it on the bottom. From the late great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah It was the year of the Beatles. It was
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waited till it came It came all the way from Texas. With a sad and simple face. And they signed it on the bottom. From the late great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah It was the year of the Beatles. It was
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along the avenue some guys are shootin' pool. And I heard the sound of acapella groups, yeah. . Singin' late in the evening, and all the girls out on the stoops, yeah. . Then I learned to play some
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I could dream about things that never end. Of wishes on the star and something 'round a bend. I remember times things were pretty clear. We felt the pressure pulse through a wave of fears I
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played a thousand times before. And like pathetic stars, the truck stops. And the rock club walls, I always knew. You saw them too but you never will again It's too late. Don't you know. It's been too
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The world is in a mess. And finished more or less. It doesn't really matter. And it's maybe too late to change it. It's never too late to change it Did you take a look?. Any sort of look. I'm
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Call me black, call me white, call me anything you like. Just don't call me late for the party. Everybody's jammin', jacked up for a ride. The leather's breakin', skirts are shakin', we're feelin
