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There's so much syndrome, baby. There's so much syndrome, baby When all the smiles are out of town. You're going round and round. You find the syndrome When your ups lift you down. Your placebo
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your bogus medications. Staying alive at five. With your empty containers. Another corpse ornaments your waiting room. Will you ever regret-the placebo effect. Can you ever forget-the placebo effect
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In the arms of another who doesn't mean anything to you. There's nothing much to discover. Does he shake, Does he shiver as he sidles up to you. Like I did in my time? As you wake does he smother
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your head. You're so my kind. Erotic and divine!. I gotta testify to how you purify. To me you're more than a human. You're more complex. You're like a fallen angel. Who use its god as a hat! My
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Miracles keep happening. The sun rose in the east today. I sat up and sighed for the millionth time. As the dawn was phasing a night away. The blues can last
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meat No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara. They chain
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meat No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara. They chain
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threw me a glance. As they picnicked by the sea. And returned their gaze to the kid and the food. So as not to bother me. They got up to leave and the woman looked on. As the man leaned down to say
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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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that will follow you. You're my Joan of Arc Joan of Arc You had a vision they couldn't see so. They put you down. But everything that you said would happen. It came around. And they're the ones that
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Written by joan osborne, jack petruzzelli, erik della penna, & rainy orteca. . Tender as a peach. Someone I would love to teach. Started as a joke. Just a lazy little poke. Wake up one sweet
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Written by joan osborne & joseph arthur. . I was a troubled soul. I had a worried mind. Drifting from place to place. I was the restless kind. Right there in front to me. Bright as the light
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Bài hát Joan Of Arc - Madonna. Each time they take a photograph. I lose a part I can't get back. I wanna hide, this is the part where I dettach. Each time they write a hateful word. Dragging my soul
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . At night in the safety of shadows and numbers. Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers. The buying and selling of casual looks. Stuff that gets printed in
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Ripping along towards middle age. And my music career kind of missed a page. Record sales began to drop. The management all began to hop. Not worry, they said
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. The 4th and 5th dimensions to the third. It is the inner meaning between Earth ? and Heaven ?. This sacred magic has already been achieved by many of us. The nameless others are awakening daily. As
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every prince there's a princess. For every Joe there's a Joan. And if you wait, you will find the mate. Born for you alone, happy to be your own. Where is she, where is the woman for me?. . Find the
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Luba, it was only the finest wine. Means or no means. Only the finest place to dine. Paris in the sixties. You had three sons. Handsome husband by your side
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don't want to lose I want you. To alleviate my blues. Just as long as you talk to me. Just as long as you talk to me Poor me, pity on me. Why don't I know. How to make those moves? I picked your face
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Stewball was a good horse. He wore his head high. And the mane on his foretop. Was fine as silk thread I rode him in England. I rode him in Spain. And I never did lose, boys. I always did gain
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