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In a village in Old Siam, sir, there's a lady who's lost her way. In an effort to find a man, sir, she found herself in the old UK. She waited 'round in Walthamstowe, she skated 'round in
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first words replaced by trumpet notes, ***, that's my baby. No sir, I don't mean maybe, yes sir, that's my baby now. Yes, ma'm, we've decided, no ma'm, we ain't gonna hide it, yes, ma'm, you're
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Chloe don't know better. Chloe is just like me, only beautiful. A couple of years' difference. But those lessons never learned. Did you know? Chloe does the tables in the French Quarter. She's
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, yes sir, I can boogie. But a I need a certain song. I can boogie, boogie-boogie. All night long And yes sir, I can boogie. If you stay, you can't go wrong. I can boogie, boogie-boogie. All night
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, yes sir, I can boogie. But a I need a certain song. I can boogie, boogie-boogie. All night long And yes sir, I can boogie. If you stay, you can't go wrong. I can boogie, boogie-boogie. All night
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Song Expectations - Sir Sly. Pressure's on, pressure's high. Pressure's heavy on my mind. Weight is here, weight is right. Weight is heavy on my spine. Truth has holes; truth, it swells. Sometimes
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Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh, brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin He was not
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Verse 1. Your hologram stumbled into my apartment. Hands in the hair of somebody in darkness. Named Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus. And I just watched it happen. As the decade would play us for
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Pardon me, friend. If what I'm saying don't seem right. But that's the only chance. I get now for being nice, yeah. . Pardon me, Sir. If what I'm saying frays you now. But that's the only way
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his knees, to pull out the hilt. And drew it with ease. The dolorous stroke it once struck with pride. The sword that once hung by Sir Gawain's side. Incomprehensible
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right knee. "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman. That ever sailed upon the sea" The king has written a broad letter. And sealed it up with his own right hand. Sending word unto Sir Patrick. To
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I am a sailor, both stout and strong. To a goodly vessel I do belong. Well carved and anchored and well equipped. Sir William Gower's was a very fine ship. Our captain in his cabin lay. When a
