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Had an uncle named Matthew. Was his fathers only boy. Born just south of Colby, Kansas. Was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on. Love was just the way to
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Up at eight, you can't be late. For Matthew & Son, he won't wait. Watch them run down to platform one. And the eight thirty train to Matthew & Son Matthew & Son, the work's never done. There's
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Bài hát Wait For You - Matthew Kurz. Drove by your house last night. Guess youre having trouble sleeping too. Cause theres a light in your bedroom. Where usually you're out by two. Im not judging you
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Had an uncle named Matthew. Was his fathers only boy. Born just south of Colby, Kansas. Was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on. Love was just the way to
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Had an uncle named Matthew. Was his fathers only boy. Born just south of Colby, Kansas. Was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on. Love was just the way to
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Had an uncle named Matthew. Was his fathers only boy. Born just south of Colby, Kansas. Was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on. Love was just the way to
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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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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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signs of the times we're in today Matthew 24 is knockin' at the door. And there can't be too much more to come to pass. Matthew 24 is knockin' at the door. And a day or one day more could be the last
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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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signs of the times we're in today Matthew 24 is knockin' at the door. And there can't be too much more to come to pass. Matthew 24 is knockin' at the door. And a day or one day more could be the last
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Song Temple - matthew and the atlas lyrics. We wanted to remember everything that we'd forgotten,. We wanted to believe that we were not fading,. In the temple we were unfolding,. In the crooked
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Music by elton john and bernie taupin. Available on the album blue moves instrumental
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Written by elton john. Released as a uk b-side in 1985 instrumental
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Lost John standing by the railroad track. Waiting for the freight train to come back. Freight train come and it didn't stop. Lost John thought he'd have to ride on top. . Long, long lost John
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I believe I'm John Wayne. They call me John Wayne You know you've got it coming. I'll tell it to you straight. I'm coming for you very soon. I'll never hesitate I've come to measure you. I will
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Bài hát Somewhere Over The Rainbow (Feat. Gwyneth Paltrow) - Matthew Morrison. When all the world is a hopeless jumble . And the raindrops tumble all around. Heaven opens a magic lane . When all
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Dear John, I knew you about as well as anyone. We were the wild ones. So sure those days would never end. Now they're only memories my friend Dear John, I'll see you. Some day again I swear, I
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Are you sleeping brother John. If you feel like weeping brother John. Please won't you hear me brother John. I'll just wait and see brother John Can't you see by the will of your hand. You can
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Uhh, yo, uhh, uhh, uhh, yo, yo. John Blaze, John Blaze. Uhh, uh, huh, uhh, uhh. Mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm, yo. John Blaze, ehe, he, he Why can't I explain, explain?. (I explain, explain). And you keep
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Song Break My Stride - Matthew Wilder. Last night I had the strangest dream. I sailed away to China. In a little row boat to find ya. And you said you had to get your laundry cleaned. Didn't want no
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Song One Night - Matthew Koma. You think you're the new sexy. In a white mercedez at bends me to the grave. You make casual messy. And all my cheereos posses you like a slave, you're custom made
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense à John. Rien qu'à John. Un sourire, puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson Ni triste, ni gaie. Entre deux, trois interviews. Et du swing qui mousse. Dans
