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blow my worries away,. I wanna spend a night in the ocean with her, That little lady lover. Who's in love with me,. Prettiest little lady that I've ever seen,. On the island, living on the island
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together the sky turns to blue. When were apart my thoughts are always of you. I never thought Id be so totally hooked. Above the ground. Without a sound. Im flying. Im dancing on air You blow me away
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. Wherever the four winds blow. I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk. But there is one thing I know. . A man's a two-face. A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing. The blues in the night
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. Wherever the four winds blow. I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk. But there is one thing I know. . A man's a two-face. A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing. The blues in the night
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. Joe It was G. I. Joe's turn to blow. He turned it on cool and slow. He tried a pay phone call to the Pentagon. A radar scan a leviathan He wiped the. Earth clean as a plate. What does it take to
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touches your hand Are we just shouting at the pain. Or do we see just what we are. We're naked in the rain, naked in the rain Two children, guns loaded. Take aim and blow all the dreams away. Too late
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. Feeling the sweat on your brow. Chorus. The fighting resumes, a silence looms the. Swordsman move 'gainst each other. A cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow. a stab to the heart and you're down. The Angel of
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really too kind. Thank you, thank you so much. Thank you, thank you. . Blow-job. . Help out, ladies and gentlemen. . Oui!. . I bet oui, oui. . And now for the next part of our program,. I'd
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There once was a ship that put to sea. And the name of that ship was the Billy of Tea. The winds blew hard and her bow dipped down. Blow, my bully boys, blow. She had not been two weeks from shore
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go. Over the road to watch China blow Ivan meet G. I. Joe. Ivan meet G. I. Joe. Ivan meet G. I. Joe. Ivan meet G. I. Joe
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Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind. To blow away the veil of time. Slowly now the threads of age. Are starting to unwind. . Queen of the hours, along, along, along. The path of time
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H. Krasnow, B. Lovelock. . Going where the willows weep no more, darlin' baby,. Going where the willows weep no more,. Chilly winds don't blow along my shore, oh baby,. Where the chilly winds
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. What fate the future holds. . It ain't pretty. . I am a messenger. The message here, you must know. I am the warrior. I deliver the fatal blow. . So fate will have to wait. Till time can heal
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. What fate the future holds. . It ain't pretty. . I am a messenger. The message here, you must know. I am the warrior. I deliver the fatal blow. . So fate will have to wait. Till time can heal
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the trip. And there may be a wet road ahead and can not slip. Just move on up. And peace you will find. Enter the steeple of beautiful people where theres only one kind. So hush now child and dont you
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Gospel according to Pat Hewitt. The Gospel according to Pat Hewitt. If it's written on a sweater then I'd better not, you do it. . Ah. Got to, got to. . Your mind, blow i. Blow it. . The Gospel
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Man, Whistle Man, blow it low,. Crawdaddy ain't in this world no more. Whistle Man, Whistle Man, Whistle Man,. Blow it for the crawdaddy in the promised land. Blow it for the crawdaddy in the
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Man, Whistle Man, blow it low,. Crawdaddy ain't in this world no more. Whistle Man, Whistle Man, Whistle Man,. Blow it for the crawdaddy in the promised land. Blow it for the crawdaddy in the
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blow away the blues. (repeat). She was a woman who was twice my size. She looked into my eyes. She said "Only you can blow my blues away". She said "I'll tell you what to do. Bring all your friends with
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. Caresses the hills There is no returning. The seasons don't end. They just blow through the branches. And bend with the wind When the south wind of summer. Sings to the pines. And the faraway cities
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To cross the wide sea I deserted,. From the shore I did fly. I thought it time that I travelled,. So I took to the roads of the sky. . It was late and the wind it did gently blow,. Oh the night
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got my foot through the door. And I aint goin nowhere. It took awhile to get me in. And I'm gonna take my time. Don't fight that good * in your ear. Now let me blow ya mind They wanna bank up
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got my foot through the door. And I aint goin nowhere. It took awhile to get me in. And I'm gonna take my time. Don't fight that good * in your ear. Now let me blow ya mind They wanna bank up
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Man, Whistle Man, blow it low,. Crawdaddy ain't in this world no more. Whistle Man, Whistle Man, Whistle Man,. Blow it for the crawdaddy in the promised land. Blow it for the crawdaddy in the
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