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and evil signs. . Bury me near the secret cove. So they'll not know the way. Bury me there behind the rose. So they'll not rile my grave. I'll not reveal whose name still lost. . Well their
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(Larry Morey/Frank Churchill) When the work begins to pile up. And your temper starts to rile up. That's the time a fellow needs a song Doctor, banker, butcher, baker. You can be a merry maker
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, oh, well Yeah, alright. Bury me near the secret cove. So they'll not know the way. Bury me there behind the rose. So they'll not rile my grave. I'll not reveal whose name still lost Well, their
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, oh, well Yeah, alright. Bury me near the secret cove. So they'll not know the way. Bury me there behind the rose. So they'll not rile my grave. I'll not reveal whose name still lost Well, their
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, oh, well Yeah, alright. Bury me near the secret cove. So they'll not know the way. Bury me there behind the rose. So they'll not rile my grave. I'll not reveal whose name still lost Well, their
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silк don kile le, ina kola ahaha. Rile enela munuku mo sф. Nienama kofiye, soro falк й mo sonho mana osi kotй. Nanana nekona, dк I lкlк fon. . Je t'aime mi amorй menebкff fie Nк comf fop ach ari
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, oh, well Yeah, alright. Bury me near the secret cove. So they'll not know the way. Bury me there behind the rose. So they'll not rile my grave. I'll not reveal whose name still lost Well, their
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. Now she in it, can't change it, she keeps her mind on her wages. The only rattling cages rile her, oh. Together we cry. Together we cry. There's so much sad, gonna flood the ocean. We're all in tears
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in it, can't change it, she keeps her mind on her wages. The only rattling cages rile her, oh. Together we cry. Together we cry. There's so much sad, gonna flood the ocean. We're all in tears for the
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you found?. Politer sis I'm 'bout it. A pistol, pistol pow. Let's have a listen in papa. Let me witch you witch you out. I ride I rip I rile at the ritu-ritual. What up what iz you with Rottweil
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this trade,. Cyanide I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up,. Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want,. I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter,. I'm a sit here
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this trade,. Cyanide I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up,. Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want,. I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter,. I'm a sit here
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in it, can't change it, she keeps her mind on her wages. The only rattling cages rile her, oh. Together we cry. Together we cry. There's so much sad, gonna flood the ocean. We're all in tears for the
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in it, can't change it, she keeps her mind on her wages. The only rattling cages rile her, oh. Together we cry. Together we cry. There's so much sad, gonna flood the ocean. We're all in tears for the
