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Song Song Of The Violin - James Otto. The last fifty years. Have seen laughter and tears. And your hair slowly fade to gray . Your children are grown now. And it's hard to believe. How the years have
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. 3please maestro, go. 1suno otto, suno otto di catania. 2sono Otto, sono Otto di Catania. 3I am Otto, I am Otto from Catania. 1suno rivatto roma ventianiva. 2son arrivato a Roma vent'anni fa. 3I came
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have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories) I get by on what I have. Less than Jesus, more
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min själ,. så finns det mer än denna neger i missär. Jag tror de va musiken som förstod,. jag sa hejdå till sos visa fingret o ba drog. REFRÄNG. Nu måste vi dra, ja vi ses väl nån dag. Jag svär
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Song She Knows - James Otto. She walks around late at night. In my old Allman Brothers T-shirt . and not much else. There's a hint of her perfume in the air. She lets her hair dry all by itself . As
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Bài hát Gathering Stories - Jónsi . And then I heard you. You made me long for. To be a part of. Something that I can't see. A life that is beyond. Something that I can't fear. To be a part of. The
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Talkin' to myself again. Wonderin' if this travelin' is good. Is there somethin' else a' doin'. We'd be doin' if we could But ah, the stories we could tell. And if it all blows up and goes to
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Talkin' to myself again. Wonderin' if this traveling is good. Is they're something else a doin'. We'd be doin' if we could. . All the stories we could tell. If it all blows up and goes to hell
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Bài hát Stories (Radio Version) - Neilio. It's in the stories that we say. Like someone's waiting to be told. The act encompasses the blame. We watch the scenes we live unfold. 2x. We watch the
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There are 8 million stories in the naked city 8 million stories, 8 million stories. 8 million stories, 8 million stories There are 8 million stories in the naked city. Some ice cold and told
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photographs. There's a comic strip. That makes me laugh. . Sometimes the lady takes me. Sometimes I don't let go. Hello hello. . Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys
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photographs. There's a comic strip. That makes me laugh. . Sometimes the lady takes me. Sometimes I don't let go. Hello hello. . Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys
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the campfire. Tragedies of fallen empires. And everything that will and won't transpire. Sometimes it's just too dire. Bollackal. Carrying our stories like DNA in hair follicles. Lugging
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Bài hát Wonderous Stories - Yes. I awoke this morning. Love laid me down by the river. Drifting I turned on up stream. Bound for my forgiver. In the giving of my eyes to see your face. Sound did
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Pull on up into the soap box stool. Let me tell you some stories about how life can be cruel. I had big dreams, but they turned to dust. I need another shot of oil, 'cause it's startin' to rust
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Talkin' to myself again. Wonderin' if this travelin' is good. Is there somethin' else a' doin'. We'd be doin' if we could But ah, the stories we could tell. And if it all blows up and goes to
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