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Man with no country. Jim Capaldi Man with no country. Just a guitar and a love that he sung. (he only wants to see) Man with no country. walking along down long dusty roads. (he wants to stay
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Verse 1. Forgive me, Peter. My lost fearless leader. In closets like cedar. Preserved from when we were just kids. Is it something I did?. The goddess of timing. Once found us beguiling. She said she
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Hey, Frau Petermann,. was treibt denn nur dein Peter?. Jeden Abend, wenn es dunkel wird,. dann geht er. frisch rasiert und gut gekmmt,. schicker Anzug, weies Hemd,. rote Nelke am Jackett
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Song Home Sweet Home - Peter Baumann. I –- I want to be. I –- I want to be. A stereotype and a modern man. No desire and no demand. No decision and no command. No intentions just keep off my
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bên dưới. Cho tôi không gian thời gian đứng yên. Hồn nhiên niềm vui rất hiền. Cho tôi tự do. Bay bay bay bay Peter Pan. Không lo ngày mai lớn lên. Cứ mãi như cậu bé tối ngày. Rong chơi mặc ai cười chê
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Lil Mama Lonely. ok i am ready It makes me crazy,crazy jealous when i ask around I'am always thinkin bout you when you're not around and only time will tell if we are truly in love Peter Toh If you
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Michael is you, he has your face, he still has your eyes. Remember, Peter is me, 'cept when he smiles. And if you look at them both for a while. You can see they are you, they are me This spring
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(Music By Peter Cincotti, Lyrics by Peter Cincotti & Pia Cincotti). . I can see the yearning in your eyes. I can see the hunger you disguise. I know that it's for me. So here's your chance to be
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I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes. I can't seem to drown you out long enough. I fell victim to the sound of your love. You're like a song that I ain't ready to stop. I got nothing but
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words. Long hours and a few dyin' flowers. But you never seem to stick around. How could you let somethin' so good. Go to waste and bleed the colours out?. You don't know what you got 'til it's gone.
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Caught me off guard, I wish that I'd been sober. Still, here we are, back in Hanover 99. Just like old times all over. Under the exit lights as beautiful as ever. I really wish that I dressed up a lit
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