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The bells of St. Mary's. Ah! hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea And so, my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out. Ring
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The Bells of St. Mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea. . And so my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out
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from a rock boy. He's got the shades on indoors like a rock boy. I'm sick and tired of them rock boys. It's bye bye boy. Out on the floor, I get the moves from a home boy. Trying to score, his body rocks
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from a rock boy. He's got the shades on indoors like a rock boy. I'm sick and tired of them rock boys. It's bye bye boy. Out on the floor, I get the moves from a home boy. Trying to score, his body rocks
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The bells. Of St. Mary's. Ah. Here they. Are calling. The young loves. And the true loves. That come. From the sea. . And so my beloved. When the red leaves. Are falling. The love bells
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jerseys down the hall. Kings of the school man, we're the boys of fall. Well it's turn and face the Stars and Stripes. It's fighting back them butterflies. It's call it in the air, alright yes sir we want
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jerseys down the hall. Kings of the school man, we're the boys of fall. Well it's turn and face the Stars and Stripes. It's fighting back them butterflies. It's call it in the air, alright yes sir we want
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jerseys down the hall. Kings of the school man, we're the boys of fall. Well it's turn and face the Stars and Stripes. It's fighting back them butterflies. It's call it in the air, alright yes sir we want
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Are you a shy boy?. . We're in the door, I get a smile from a fly boy. He's seen me before and makes his move like a fly boy. I'm sick and tired of them fly boys. So bye bye boy. . I'm in a
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we can pick sides, but this is us. This is us, this is. I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy. I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy. (I'm from the East side of America). They say that I am the sick
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Bài hát Mary's boy child - Boney M. Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day. . And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day. . Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy
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You better open up honey it's your lover boy me that's a knockin'. You better listen to me sugar all the cats are at the High School rockin'. Honey get your boppin' shoes before the jukebox blows a
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I dress every day like it first day of school yea. 3X. . What they do soulja?. Man they tryed to jock my swagg soulja boy duplicate can I get that back. Freshest in the class yea I know they
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Apehead's brother wants to beat up Paul. The boys have gone to watch. Some of the girls are down at the mall. Justine's got cherry cola and scotch. Later on it's everyone around to Beck's. Her
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who's ahead in the game. Funny but it's always the same Playing, playing with the boys. Staying, playing with the boys. After chasing sunsets. One of life's simple joys. Is playing with the boys Said
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coke white carpet to the hood. It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly,. White tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies. I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die. Only birds and Nextels
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see St. Judy's Comet. Roll across the skies. And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake. I long to see St. Judy's Comet. Sparkle in your eyes when you awake. Oh, when you wake, wake Little boy
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Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times. When I never bathed I'm one of the boys. One of the
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Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times. When I never bathed I'm one of the boys. One of the
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Bài hát The Boy in the Bubble - Paul Simon. It was a slow day. And the sun was beating. On the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light. A shattering of shop windows. The bomb
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It was a slow day. And the sun was beating. On the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light. A shattering of shop windows. The bomb in the baby carriage. Was wired to the
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Originally by Paul Simon. . It was a slow day. And the sun was beating. On the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light. A shattering of shop windows. The bomb in the baby
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memories crush in. I called your name where are you now. It’s just not the same. The old school could make some pains. The bus still arrived late. The boys and girls walking two by two. Just the way we used
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Bài hát By The Light Of The Silv'ry Moon (With Paul Weston & His Orchestra, The Norman Luboff Choir) - Doris Day. Chorus. By the light of the silvery moon. I want to spoon. To my honey, I'll croon
