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"Will you walk a little faster?", said a whiting to a snail. "There's a porpoise close behind us, treading on my tail". See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance. They are waiting on
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Oh, kiss me. Flick your cigarette then kiss me. Kiss me where your eye won't meet me. Meet me where your mind won't kiss me Flick your eyes and mine and then hit me. Hit me with your eyes so sweet
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Sweep slides on my stereo. Short wave ride my rodeo. Became from that of Savalon. But I'm flyin' to Istanbul. Oh, so why don't you meet me there? There is no nation of you, there is no nation of m
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It ain't easy being this kind of lover. When you never call me. It ain't easy being this kind of lover. Won't you ever call me I'm dedicated, yes, I'm a forgiver. I'm dedicated, sure, I'm a giver.
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I wanna live alone. Because the greatest love is always ruined. By the bickering, the argument of living I wanna live alone. I could be happy on my own. With the rest of my life. With the vaguest
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Well I sit and hear sentimental footsteps. Then a voice say, "Hi, so?. So what you got, what you got this time?. Come on, let's get high" Come on, Lexo, what you got next-o?. Walk twenty-five mile
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It ain't easy being this. Ain't easy being this kind of lover. I'm dedicated. You don't know. You know I'll get you on your own, yeah. I'm dedicated, yes I'll forgive you. If I can't have you th
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I wrote your name upon the back of my hands. Slept upon it and I woke up with it. Backwards on my face. Reading forwards to my mirror to my heart Twilight omens in my life. Then I hear your name.
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You don't know I sing these songs about you. You don't know the pseudonyms I assume. You don't know the pseudonyms I assume for you Are you happier now that the gods are dying. Or do you dream of H
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I can't seem to feel the envy. I should feel or maybe. I don't need the sour side of love, of love No, I don't care his breath is in your hair. Well, I don't care his skin is still between. Still
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I can't seem to feel the envy, I should feel. Or maybe I don't need the sour side of love, of love No, I don't care his breath is in your hair. Well, I don't care his skin is still. Between the sti
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I wrote your name upon the back of my hands. Slept upon it and I woke up with it. Backwards on my face. Reading forwards to my mirror to my heart Twilight omens in my life. Then I hear your name.
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Katherine, kiss me. Slip your little lips will split me. Split me away, your eye won't hit me. Yes, I love you, I mean, I. I'd love to get to know you Sometimes I say the stupid things I think, I
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Katherine, kiss me. Slippy little lips will split me. Split me where your eye won't hit me. Yes, I love you, I mean, I. I'd love to get to know you Sometimes I say the stupid things I think, I mea
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Bài hát Fresh Strawberries - Franz Ferdinand. We are fresh strawberries. Fresh burst of red strawberries. Ripe, turning riper in the bowl. We will soon be rotten. We will all be forgotten. Half
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