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grows out in the woods, and the fields. And it looks somethin' like a turnip green. Everybody calls it polk salad. Now that's polk salad. Used to know a girl lived down there and she'd go out in the
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,. And it looks something like a turnip green. Everybody calls it Polk salad. Now that's Polk salad. Used to know a girl that lived down there and. She'd go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it
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,. And it looks something like a turnip green. Everybody calls it Polk salad. Now that's Polk salad. Used to know a girl that lived down there and. She'd go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it
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Just gone 11, June '87. And somebody says. Andy Warhol's dead. No more Edie, Andy or Candy. No more factory. Because Andy Warhol's dead. Andy
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Just gone 11, June '87. And somebody says. Andy Warhol's dead. No more Edie, Andy or Candy. No more factory. Because Andy Warhol's dead. Andy
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Just gone 11, June '87. And somebody says. Andy Warhol's dead. No more Edie, Andy or Candy. No more factory. Because Andy Warhol's dead. Andy
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Bài hát M. A. Y - MCK (RPT), Duy Andy, Yuno BigBoi. Trên anh toàn vàng như là Yohnny Dang . Hơn 100m ở trong bank anh là money man. Baby girl nếu em là rap thì anh yêu em rồi đấy. Nếu không thì em
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Some think a fancy funeral. Be worth every cent. For every dime and nickel. Is money better spent Better spent on groceries. Covering the bills. Instead of little luxuries. And unnecessary
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unknown past. Dancing at the funeral party Memories of childrens dreams. Lie lifeless, fading lifeless. Hand in hand with fear and shadows. Crying at the funeral party I heard a song and turned away
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grows out in the woods, and the fields. And it looks somethin' like a turnip green. Everybody calls it polk salad. Now that's polk salad. Used to know a girl lived down there and she'd go out in the
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Bài hát Polk Salad Annie - Elvis Presley. If some of ya'll never been down south too much. Some y'all never been down s-. I'm gonna tell you a little story so's you'll understand what I'm talkin
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Bài hát Polk Salad Annie - Elvis Presley. If some of ya'll never been down south too much. Some y'all never been down s-. I'm gonna tell you a little story so's you'll understand what I'm talkin
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grows out in the woods, and the fields. And it looks somethin' like a turnip green. Everybody calls it polk salad. Now that's polk salad. Used to know a girl lived down there and she'd go out in the
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understand. Do you know what I'm really telling you. Is it something that you can understand. Do you know what I'm really telling you. Is it something that you can understand Andy de vine. Had a thong
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Bài hát The Funeral Of Hearts (Radio Edit) - HIM . Love's the funeral of hearts. And an ode for cruelty. When angels cry blood. On flowers of evil in bloom. The funeral of hearts. And a plea for
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Does it hurt to be polite. Or is it just cool to be unkind. Must you always hurt the ones you love. And then get paid back in time. Now, now, now. Andy is fine but his taste is not mine. Let me
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Does it hurt to be polite. Or is it just cool to be unkind. Must you always hurt the ones you love. And then get paid back in time. Now, now, now. Andy is fine but his taste is not mine. Let me
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Bài hát Bến Thượng Hải - Andy Lau (Lưu Đức Hoa). 叶丽仪 – 上海滩 SEUNG HOI TAAN. 浪奔浪流. Long ban long lau. 万里涛涛江水永不休. Man lei tou tou gong seui wing bat yau. . 淘尽了世间事. Tou jan liu sai jan si. 混作滔滔一片潮流. Wan
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Bài hát Tết Đón Xuân Về - Han Sara, AMee, Xesi. Chớp mắt thế là hết năm nay. Ngoài phố buôn bán mua sắm mê say. Nhạc xuân ngây nga. Chỉ muốn về nhà. Han Sara. Thế là Tết đã đến thật gần. Cảm giác nao
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Cry above a nameless grave. But all that's there is motionless. Angels sob with vermin's fangs. A funeral dirge drifts slowly by Puppets they who come and go. And laugh but smile no more. Evil
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Going to your funeral and feeling I could scream. Everything goes away, driving down the highway. Through the perfect sunny dream. A perfect day for perfect pain Look at all the people with the
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Going to your funeral now and feeling. I could scream. Everything goes away. Driving down the highway through the. Perfect sunny dream. A perfect day for perfect pain. Look at all the people
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, shame. Chorus. I've been dancing at my funeral. Waitin' for you to arrive. I was hoping you'd look beautiful. Dancin' with tears in your eyes. But nobody came, what a shame, shame, shame. Post-Chorus. Hey
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Bài hát The Funeral - Hank Williams. I was walking in Savannah past a church, decayed and dim. When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn. My sympathy awakened and a wonder
