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Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-hm! Ooh-oo-oo-oo-er. Mm-mm-mm. Jah would never give the power to a baldhead. Run come crucify the Dread. Time alone - oh, time will tell. Think you're in heaven, but ya living in h
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May God bless and keep you always. May your wishes all come true. May you always do for others. And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars. And climb on every rung. May you s
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tiLay Down Your Weary Tune. arMary Black. al. Lay down your weary tune, lay down,. Lay down the song you strum,. And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings. No voice can hope to hum. Struck by t
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Thunder on the mountain, and there's fires on the moon. A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon. Today's the day, where I'm gonna *** my trombone and blow. Well, there's hot stuff here
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I pity the poor immigrant. Who wishes he would've stayed home. Who uses all his power to do evil. But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom with his fingers cheats. And who lies with
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Nothing was delivered. And I tell this truth to you. Not out of spite or anger. But simply because it's true. Now, I hope you won't object to this. Giving back all of what you owe. The fewer wor
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tiDo You Hear What I Hear. arAnne Murray. alAnne Murray's Chrismas. Do you hear what I hear. Said the night wind to the little lamb. Do you see what I see. Way up in the sky little lamb. Do you see wh
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"Get down, get down Love Henry," she cried. "And stay all night with me. I have gold chains, and the finest I have. I'll apply them all to thee. ". . "I can't get down and I shan't get down. Or
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Well met, well met, my own true love. Well met, well met, cried she. I've just returned from the salt, salt sea. And it's all for the love of thee
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I don't care what you do, I don't care what you say. I don't care where you go or how long you stay. Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry about me any more. . Well you take my money and you turn it
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Woke in the mornin', wanderin'. Weary and worn out. I woke in the mornin', wanderin'. Weary and worn out. Wishin' my long-lost lover. Would walk to me, talk to me. Tell me what it's all about I
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Went to see the gypsy. Stayin' in a big hotel. He smiled when he saw me coming. And he said "Well, well, well". His room was dark and crowded. Lights were low and dim. "How are you?" he said to
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tiO Little Town of Bethlehem. arSarah McLachlan. alWintersong. o little town of bethlehem. how still we see thee lie. above thy deep and dreamless sleep. the silent stars go by. yet in thy dark street
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Bado, scoobado, scoobado-bado-bado. Oh, wo-yo-yo-y! When the whole world lets you down. And there's nowhere for you to turn,. 'Cause all of your best friends have let you down, do-o-own. Then you
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine. Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?. People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'. You thought they were all kidding you. You used to laug
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Standing on your window, honey. Yes, I've been here before. Feeling so harmless, I'm looking at your second door. How come you don't send me no regards?. You know I want your lovin'. Honey, why a
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Doo, do-do-wop, choo-whop, choo-wop. Doo, do-do-wop, choo-whop, choo-wop. Doo, do-do-wop, choo-whop, choo-wop. Doo, do-do-wop, choo-whop, choo-wop How many times I've told you I love you?. But now
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Bài hát Belle Isle (Without Overdubs, Self Portrait) - Bob Dylan. One evening for pleasure I rambled to view. The fair fields all alone. Down by the banks of Loch Eiron. Where beauty and pleasure
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