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band. Kill the band I was caught dreaming of wealth and. I was taught, was creeping in again They get ahead, you get so mad, why do you care? It's only money. Get out of bed, undo your head, think
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Alright In the beginning. Not so long ago. There were five country rockers I saw the very first show. And I jumped up with the crowd. To give a standing hand Livin', livin' in the band, yeah. Oh
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. I hope, you're having fun! Band on the run. Band on the run. And the jailer man and Sailor Sam. Were searching every one For the band on the run. For the band on the run. Band on the run. Band
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having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one. . For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run. . Well, the
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Come on, Come on, Come on. Kill the rats in the gutter. Sings the voice in the choir. Bring your Father and your Mother. Sing it higher and higher. Shake the clammy hand. Repeat the 23rd psalm
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. i'll cut the cable. slip my head through. kick the table. tie the loose end through. i gotta go. . thankfully not a sound. the pulsing begins to pound. as dante just wings around
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come home again to Wales (Choir alone). We'll keep a welcome in the hillside. We'll keep a welcome in the Vales. This land you knew will still be singing. When you come home again to Wales (Bryn
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merry organ. Sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a blossom. As white as lily flower. And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ. To be our sweet Savior Oh, the rising of the sun. And the running of the
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having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one. . For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run. . Well, the
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Bài hát Strike Up The Band - Maureen McGovern. Let the drums roll out. Let the trumpets call. While the people shout. "Strike up the band!". Let the cymbals ring. Callin' one and all. While the saxes
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waiting for me You were handsome. You were pretty. Queen of New York City. When the band finished playing. They howled out for more. Sinatra was swinging,. All the drunks they were singing. We kissed
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darkest desire. When life sings for you through the devil's choir. Fear (Hey!) wont (Hey!). Steal what burns in you (Hey!) I'll carry on. And wait for the fire. My desire, devil's choir. My desire
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He's a groovy swinging guy. With the rock and roll banjo band I got a sweet little guy. Who lives down the street. But nobody knows his name. Everybody was sad and feeling so bad. But that was
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. . Preachin' to the choir. . Walking through the forest. In my birthday suit. Feeling free and dangling in the breeze. Soakin' up that sweet sunshine on my body. Thinkin'. "Hey, this is the life for me
