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Baby, it's been a long day, baby. Things ain't been going my way. You know I need you here. To clear my mind. All the time And baby, the way you move me it's crazy. It's like you see right throug
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When you're falling fast for someone but you know it just ain't right. And will it's true but all we seem to do is fuss and fight. And woe some love is all that seems to get you through the night.
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Papa's in the kitchen, mama's in the field. Murder in the hen house, mud flung high upon the wheels. Rooster in the dooryard just leaning on the horn. Wind so sweetly drifting through the ripening
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Bài hát Empty - Ray Lamontagne. She lifts her skirt up to her knees. Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing. I never learned to count my blessings. I choose instead to dwell in my
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Baby, it's been a long day, baby. Things ain't been going my way. You know I need you here. To clear my mind. All the time And baby, the way you move me it's crazy. It's like you see right throug
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Laid the blessings on the ground. Softening of sound draws us closed again. Stay, stay and watch the coals. Till they cease to glow like empty promises Why, why did you go?. Why did you go away?.
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Plastered in your newspaper palace. Dishes and the backdoor slams. The dogs on the floor. They dont roam anymore. And the rivers gone deaf at the dam The dust falls like rain on your doorsteps. C
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When we first met we were kids, we were wild, we were restless. And after a while I grew coarse, I grew cold, I grew reckless. I hold this memory, hold you so close to me. Whispered we'll be always
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Hear me out, day follows day. Light turns to clay in my hands. How to explain so pristine the pain. Kindness made the cut so clean I still care for you. I still care for you. I still care for you
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Meg White, you're alright. In fact I think you're pretty swell, can't you tell?. Meg White, such a pretty thing. I saw your face on the cover of a magazine Someday I'd like to take a walk with you.
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Such the lazy Jackstraw always late for tea. Never bothers to ring lately. Says the silly sparrow a gossip in the grain. Have you heard the, oh you don't say Someday, someday snow shall fill the tr
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