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music. Solid walls of sound Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet. Uh but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets. Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful. Oh Bennie she's really
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music. Solid walls of sound Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet. Uh but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets. Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful. Oh Bennie she's really
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music. Solid walls of sound Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet. Uh but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets. Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful. Oh Bennie she's really
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music. Solid walls of sound Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet. Uh but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets. Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful. Oh Bennie she's really
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music. Solid walls of sound Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet. Uh but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets. Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful. Oh Bennie she's really
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music. Solid walls of sound Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet. Uh but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets. Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful. Oh Bennie she's really
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Bài hát Screaming At The Setting Sun - Pete Yorn. Oh I can't stand what I'm seeing. And I can't get away from this feeling. And I've been screamin' at the top of my lungs. Screamin' at the setting
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hear electric music, solid walls of sound Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet. Oh, but they're so spaced out,. Bennie and the Jets. Oh, but they're weird and they're wonderful. Oh, Bennie
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emotions. And the jets in my heart. They won't start till you set them in motion. Something tells me go. Everyone says no, no, no. How can they be so cruel. When they tell me don't touch you. I tell
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emotions. And the jets in my heart. They won't start till you set them in motion. Something tells me go. Everyone says no, no, no. How can they be so cruel. When they tell me don't touch you. I tell
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screaming day. Who asks to live with you and me in any way. Sun is going up. I feel the beams on my head. The birds are whistling good morning. Near and far. You can hear the sound. The sound of a
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bombing laid to waste. Throned inside a death mask Holy Cross embedded in your tomb. Casualties are buried through your mind. Certain death is screaming from the sky I live to destroy below. Hunted
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