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Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie. Where the gun play ring all day (nanana). Some got jobs and some sell yea'. Others just smoke and * all day Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie. Where the
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The bells of St. Mary's. Ah! hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea And so, my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out. Ring
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Hang on St. Christopher through the smoke and the oil. Buckle down the rumble seat and let the radiator boil. Got an overhead downshift and a two-dollar grill. Got an eighty-five cabin on an
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tomorrow just like I feel today. I'm gonna pack my bags and make a getaway St. Louis woman without your diamond ring. If you didn't have good looks. You wouldn't mean a thing If it was not for powder and
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R e f r a i n Der Junge von St. Pauli der hat die Welt geseh'n in jedem fernen Hafen. wollt' er vor Anker geh'n. Die Sehnsucht trieb ihn weiter er glaubte an sein Glück doch es führten alle Wege
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HIGHLY ILLOGICAL. Leonard Nimoy (the super-logical Mr. Spock of TV's "Star Trek"). (Dr. Demento's 25th anniversary tape). . From far beyond the galaxies I've journeyed to this place. BRTo
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Song Physical - St. Lucia. Open up my eyes, and feeling light. Flooding in like an ocean. It’s a simple game but now the message. In your eyes it is broken. And I’m a mess. I can’t explain. What’s
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Bài hát St. Peter - Lost Frequencies. Verse 1. I'm riding far away. For nights and days. Going silent they say. I'm running. It's like your voice I hear. Wind in my face. Keeps drying my tears. I am
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Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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and St Paul. I've seen the future, brother. it is murder. Things are going to slide, slide in all directions. Won't be nothing. Nothing you can measure anymore. The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
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tiFamous Blue Raincoat. arLeonard Cohen. al. offset500. Leonard Cohen. Famous Blue Raincoat. Leonard Cohen Leonard Cohen. It's four in the morning, the end of December. I'm writing you now just
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Songwriters COHEN, LEONARD / ROBINSON, SHARON. The ponies run, the girls are young,. The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it's done ̈c. Your little winning streak. And summoned now
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The Bells of St. Mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea. . And so my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out
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The bells. Of St. Mary's. Ah. Here they. Are calling. The young loves. And the true loves. That come. From the sea. . And so my beloved. When the red leaves. Are falling. The love bells
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