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Petrified for the millionth time. Slowly my soul evaporates. No parachutes, no dismal clouds. Just this * space I know what's coming, I'm not working. I know what's coming, I'm not working Sweatin
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Song Lonely Street - Patsy Cline. I'm looking for that lonely street. I've got a sad, sad tale to tell. I need a place to go and weep. Where's this place called Lonely Street?. A place where
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I am just a patsy. The Oswald in Lee Harvey. Made of my own misery. The footprints of history I am just a patsy. I sell vague conspiracy. I'm slow and I'm easy. And I'm waiting for delivery I'm
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I am just a patsy. The Oswald in Lee Harvey. Made of my own misery. The footprints of history I am just a patsy. I sell vague conspiracy. I'm slow and I'm easy. And I'm waiting for delivery I'm
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Minds alive on Friday Street. Summerflys around my feet. And we still stars are in my eyes. Mine's alive on Friday Street A pulse goes on, on Friday Street. Time seems longer against its beat
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Bài hát Lonely Street - Willie Nelson. I'm looking for that Lonely Street. I've got a sad, sad tale to tell. I need a place to go and weep. Where's this place called Lonely Street?. . A place
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Where's this place called Lonely Street? I'm looking for that Lonely Street. I've got a sad, sad tale to tell. I need a place to go and weep. Where's this place called Lonely Street? A place where
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I'm looking for that Lonely Street I've got a sad sad tale to tell. I need a place to go and weep where's this place called Lonely Street. A place where there's just loneliness where dim lights
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delinquent in an East End gang And if you think you've seen gasoline. Burning in my eyes. Don't be alarmed, tell yourself it's good to be. It's good to be alive, oh Just another street kid on your tail
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Yeah, we just do our thang . Walk on da street babe. Walk on da street never stuck on da beat (x4). . 16 Typh. White T cùng dad hat. Graffiti dùng fat cap . 16 Brt. Hater thấy là khép nép . Shut up
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Sometimes when I'm walking down this lonely street. Well, it sure don't seem like it's been twenty years. Since I went walking down this lonely street. And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the
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hope to die. You got yours, and I got mine, I'm gonna get what's comin' to ya 'Cause the street giveth and the street taketh away. Where there's no blind justice, no way Hey man, don't you understand
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Minds alive! On friday street. Summerflys around my feet. And wee still stars. Are in my eyes. And mine's alive on friday street. A pulse goes on, on friday street. Time seems longer against
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Minds alive! On friday street. Summerflys around my feet. And wee still stars. Are in my eyes. And mine's alive on friday street. A pulse goes on, on friday street. Time seems longer against
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Take the way home leads back to Sullivan Street. Cross the water home through the town. Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet. Pretty soon now I won't come around I'm almost drowning in
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streets were my home. Slanging hard, banging hard, got me known. But the reason to live I've been shown you new reason. I gotta be around to see my baby boy grow Street life no more, I'm throwing in the
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Oooh, oh I've had sleepless nights. Toss and turn, wake up burning. For what you inspire. . So, I'm gonna walk right down your street. With a love that I can't hide. I've got one thing on my
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Hey, let me show you the street life. Hey, let me show you the finks, the punks, the judge, the junkie. Stay close to me for a while, for a while, for a while. Say boy, you got to get street wise
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Petryfied for the millionth time. Slowly my soul evaporates. No parachutes no dismal clouds. Just this * space. . I know what's coming. I'm not working. I know what's coming. I'm not working.
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Minds alive! On friday street. Summerflys around my feet. And wee still stars. Are in my eyes. And mine's alive on friday street. A pulse goes on, on friday street. Time seems longer against
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Song Mission Street - Vienna Teng. Mission Street is a striking dark-eyed stranger. Speaks a language I don't know but long to learn. Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane. As I sit as
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Ooh, oh, I've had sleepless nights. Toss and turn, wake up burning for what you inspire So I'm gonna walk right down your street. With love that I can't hide. I've got one thing on my mind, yeah
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Ooh, oh, I've had sleepless nights. Toss and turn, wake up burning for what you inspire So I'm gonna walk right down your street. With love that I can't hide. I've got one thing on my mind, yeah
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Oh it's opening time down on Fascination Street. So let's cut the conversation and get out for a bit. Because I feel it all fading and paling and I'm begging. To drag you down with me to kick the
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Basin Street, Basin Street. That's the place where my friends all meet. Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams. And you don't know how nice it seems. . It's dear to me, yes-sirree. And
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floor. No money coming in. The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in We are strictly second class. And we don't understand Dead end, why we should be on dead end street?. Dead end, people are
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Gonna wake up crazy to the cry of the trains on Beacon Street. So far from home, so far from love, so far from a friend in need. And all I need is a heart to hold and a good night's sleep. And all
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Walking and walking. Thinking on my feet. Anything can happen in the city. But you can't sit down. Building to building. Sheltering from the sky. Knowing there's somebody on the street. That
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(Candace) There are squirrels in my pants! . (Street Performer 1) Tell me whats makin' you jump like that! . (Background) S-I-M-P, Squirrels in my pants! . (Street Performer) Ain't got no chickens
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Song Sunny Side Of The Street - Rod Stewart. *** your coat and get your hat, leave your worry at the doorstep. Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street. Can't you hear that pitter pat
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Song Sunny Side Of The Street - Rod Stewart. *** your coat and get your hat, leave your worry at the doorstep. Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street. Can't you hear that pitter pat
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your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face, I'm looking for. On every street A ladykiller, regulation tattoo. Silver spurs on his heels. Says, what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
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Sometimes when I'm walking down this lonely street,. Well, it sure don't seem like twenty years,. Since I went walking down this lonely street. And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air
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someone thinks he's got a right. To say what's good for you So how do you know. That the man in the street don't care?. And why don't you care. When the man in the street don't know, anyway? I'm not a
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I have often walked down this street before. But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high?. Knowing I'm on the street where you live Are there lilac
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I have often walked down this street before. But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high?. Knowing I'm on the street where you live Are there lilac
