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late to a worryin' mother. She meets me in Piccadilly A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance. His song relays worlds of most good intentions. A fiver a ten P in his hat for collection She
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resist. But Martin needs his strange obsession. To exist. . (Kill, kill, kill). . He's far too pale and far too frail. To be a normal boy. There's something shining in his eyes. The things he'd
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Yeah, my bills are all due and the baby needs shoes but I'm busted. Cotton is down, quarter a pound but I'm busted, oh yeah. I got cow that went dry, hen that won't lay. Big stack of bills gettin
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talkin' about the good times. Well it makes no difference whether you're young or old. All you got to do is get together and let the good times roll Hey y'all tell everybody, Ray Charles in town. I got
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say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. (Fonder). And that tears are only rain to make love grow. Well, my love for you could never grow no stronger. (Stronger). If I lived to be a hundred
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got to feel. Deeper than the deep blue see is. That's how deep it goes if its real When somebody needs you. You no good unless he needs you. All the way. Through the good or lean years. And for
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got to feel. Deeper than the deep blue see is. That's how deep it goes if its real When somebody needs you. You no good unless he needs you. All the way. Through the good or lean years. And for
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. That's amore. Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling. And you'll sing "Vita bella". Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay. Like a gay tarantella When the stars make you
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Walking in the rain. Picking up on the reasons. That we had Piccadilly Lane. London town. And the cobblestones are all black But Ive been here before. And I never could knock on your door. No
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some say he could sing. But the one thing that he liked to do best. Was sawing on the strings So get out the fiddle. And rosin' up the bow. Look at ol' Will a pattin' his toe. We'll make music 'til
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fingers. And broken guitar strings You are my Prince Charming. Draped in velvet robes. Of all that's alarming. Raw and exposed Shattered nerves. Itchy skin. Dirty words. And heroin Better, real live
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Homesick, tired, all alone in a big city. Why should eveybody pity me?. Nighttime falling, and I'm yearning for Virginia. Hospitality within ya calls me Pale moon shining on the fields below
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friend Martin?. Can you tell me where he's gone?. He freed a lot of people,. But it seems the good die young,. But I just looked around and he's gone. Didn't you love the things that they stood for
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There's a bright golden haze in the meadow. There's a bright golden haze in the meadow. The corn is as high as an elephant's eye. And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky Well, oh what
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Georgia, Georgia,. The whole day through. Just an old sweet song. Keeps Georgia on my mind I said Georgia. Georgia. A song of you. Comes as sweet and clear. As moonlight through the pines
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might break your neck, to really try to get it. If you seen the clumsy movie it was called the jerk. You had to check out steve martin as he started to work. He was doin freaky moves with his feet and
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Bài hát Old Town Road (Remix) - Lil Nas X, Billy Ray Cyrus. Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road. I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more. I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road. I'm
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. No matter what the future brings. As time goes by Moonlight and love songs Never out of date. Hearts full of passion. Jealousy and hate. Woman needs man. And man must have his mate. That no one
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I got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John tag along. Going where his daddy goes. Learning what his daddy knows We got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John
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I got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John tag along. Going where his daddy goes. Learning what his daddy knows We got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John
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I got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John tag along. Going where his daddy goes. Learning what his daddy knows We got a boy and his name is John. You ought to see little John
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. You'd never know. The moment fading. We watch the end. Over again. And keep repeating. . I feel like I'm. I feel like I'm. I feel like I'm. Just disappearing. . All these little strings
