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Stay boy, oh tell 'em how I feel. (Tell em how I feel ). Stay boy, oh tell 'em how I feel I. (Tell em, tell 'em how I feel ) Woke up, feeling fine, look to my left, there's sunshine. Dare I tell h
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Don? T tell me to stop. Tell the rain not to drop. Tell the wind not to blow. ? Cause he said so. . Tell me love isn? T true. It? S just something we do. Tell me everything I? M not. Don? T te
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I was six years old when I fell down on Spencer Avenue. It was my Aunt, Suzy's house, and I still can see the bruise. I remember Grand Daddy and even though I never sat on his knee. He taught me li
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Stay boy, oh tell 'em how I feel. (Tell em how I feel ). Stay boy, oh tell 'em how I feel I. (Tell em, tell 'em how I feel ) Woke up, feeling fine, look to my left, there's sunshine. Dare I tell h
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Trouble in the air. I don't want it. But I? Ve to breathe. It? S coming through the door. Behind the shadows that surround me when I sleep. Somehow I know. That I can? T pray this away. I? Ll k
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Something about you really moves me. You found the waterfalls the treasures in me. What is the gift that you possess?. What is this strange happiness? I will find the answer. And if the answer is
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I'll never forget you. I'll never forget you. I'll never forget how we promised one day. To love one another, forever that way. We said we'd never say goodbye. But that was long ago, long ago. Now you
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I was six years old when I fell down on Spencer Avenue. It was my Aunt, Suzy's house, and I still can see the bruise. I remember Grand Daddy and even though I never sat on his knee. He taught me li
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I was six years old when I fell down on Spencer Avenue. It was my Aunt, Suzy's house, and I still can see the bruise. I remember Grand Daddy and even though I never sat on his knee. He taught me li
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Are you frightened by the fire in my eyes. It burns for you. And I know you see it too. Your heart was open looking for light. Are you surprised. Baby leave your pride. . ? Cause I? M gonna bur
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Have you heard the silent night. The earth is always singing. Praises of the morning sun. Even before morning. And the whole world is singing of. It's beauty all day long. And even the quiet dar
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