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Intro Under The Paving Stones The Beach contains no lyrics
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Song High By The Beach . Singer Lana Del Rey. Boy, look at you, looking at me. I know you know how I feel. Loving you is hard, being here is harder. You take the wheel. I don't wanna do this anymore
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Song Portland, Maine - Tim McGraw. I don't want to be talking on the phone every night. Six PM, which timezone, yours or mine?. Ain't gonna worry where you are, who you're with. Let's just agree
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thinking, what's your campaign? Champagne makes tipsy Patron might make me sick. Attitude and vodka does the trick. Somebody pour me a *** on the beach, *** on the beach. I wanna have *** on the beach
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thinking, what's your campaign? Champagne makes tipsy Patron might make me sick. Attitude and vodka does the trick. Somebody pour me a *** on the beach, *** on the beach. I wanna have *** on the beach
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Echo beach, I watch the sun go down. . From nine till five I have to spend my time at work. My job is very boring, I'm an office clerk. The only thing that helps me pass the time away. Is knowing
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you did. And my flight was awful, thanks for asking. I'm unglued, thanks to you. And it's like snow at the beach, weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful. You wanting me
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. And buying everybody them shots. While I was burning off my credit card. She was burning tires out in the parking lot I think I just lost the sand that I brought to the beach. I guess she didn't like
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When you're through swimming. I'll dry your back. Come and relax, girl. In my little beach shack Dum-di-dum-di-dum, yeah-yeah-yeah. There'll be nothing you'll lack. It's a pleasure to welcome
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Crying crying crying teardrops drop Crying crying crying teardrops drop Crying crying crying teardrops drop Crying crying crying teardrops drop. Boy on the beach is crying Boy on the beach cries a
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stop me quite like you did. And my flight was awful, thanks for asking. I'm unglued, thanks to you. Chorus Taylor Swift, Taylor Swift & Lana Del Rey. And it's like snow at the beach. Weird, but fuckin
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beach. Ah-ah-ah, you could have the mountains. Ah-ah-ah, you take the snow. Ah-ah-ah, it's way too cold. My heart is cold enough. Ah-ah-ah, push comes to shove. Ah-ah-ah, you could have thе mountains. Ah
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parties on the strip. The up all nights and your sunrise kiss. Yeah I was a fool to think I could just move on. 'Cause you and the beach followed me home Still hear your words saying we can't do this
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Davey moire (vocals). Frank zappa (guitar, vocals). Eddie jobson (keyboards, yodeling). Max bennet (bass). Paul humphrey (drums). Don brewer (bongos) Lemme take you to the beach. La-la-la-la-la
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the wheel. 0037. 60I don't wanna do this anymore. 0042. 220It's so surreal, I can't survive. 0048. 890If this is all that's real. 0051. 30All I wanna do is get high by the beach. 0054. 50Get high by the
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey. As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque. Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey. As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque. Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey. As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque. Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey. As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque. Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey. As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque. Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
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I know it's out of fashion and a trifle uncool. But I can't help it, I'm a romantic fool. It's a habit of mine to watch the sun go down. On Echo Beach, I watch the sun go down From nine till five
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Between the eyes of love I call your name. Behind the guarded walls I used to go. Upon a summer wind there's a certain melody. Takes me back to the place that I know. Down on the beach. . The
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Song Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood. All I am is a man. I want the world in my hands. I hate the beach. But I stand in California. With my toes in the sand. Use the sleeves of my sweater. Let's
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Song Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood. All I am is a man. I want the world in my hands. I hate the beach. But I stand in California. With my toes in the sand. Use the sleeves of my sweater. Let's
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew. And never wished for turkey. As I hitched and hiked and grifted too. From Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball. And what is twice as sad
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Wonders of the world. Never seize to be. . She approached me tumbling. That could be crumbling. Only to flee. Come back. I know. . Wonders of the world. Never seize to be. The long beach
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off a wall. Who'll never be together again Einstein's down on the beach staring into the sand. 'Cause everything he believes in is shattered. What you fear in the night in the day comes to call
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You had one job!. Woke up on the West side. Listening to Beach House, taking my time. She's just my type. Dark hair wavin' out the passenger side. Then I start to think. As she pulls me on the
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew. And never wished for Turkey. As I hitched and hiked and grifted too. From Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball. And what is twice as sad
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. . Verse 3 Mack Maine. Yea homie, I been? Since I was 16. To tell 'em what I'm 'bout to tell 'em. So I need more than a 16. See I'm the only son of Mary and Joe. So I gotta fulfill my purpose 'fore I'm
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I'm a poor Hawaiian beach boy. A long way from the beach. 'Cause someone shoved his face against my hand. Now I'm a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple. I'm in the can I was minding my own
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I'm a poor Hawaiian beach boy. A long way from the beach. 'Cause someone shoved his face against my hand. Now I'm a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple. I'm in the can I was minding my own
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Bài hát Live The Night - W&W, Hardwell, Lil Jon. W&W. Hardwell. Lil' Jon. Everybody. I can feel it, tonight. Imma kick lips, tonight. We're gon' shove our ass, tonight. I hope I remember, tonight
