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The bells of St. Mary's. Ah! hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea And so, my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out. Ring
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The Bells of St. Mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea. . And so my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out
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The bells. Of St. Mary's. Ah. Here they. Are calling. The young loves. And the true loves. That come. From the sea. . And so my beloved. When the red leaves. Are falling. The love bells
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The bells of St. Mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea And so my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out, ring
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, oh, fadin' fast Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet. Roll across the skies. And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake. I long to see St. Judy's Comet. Sparkle in your eyes when you awake. Oh
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, the village of St. Bernadette Ave, ave, ave Ma-ri-a. Ave, ave, ave Ma-ri-i-ia There, like a dream, this wonderful night. I gazed at the grotto aglow in the light. A feeling divine swept over me
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smoke and * all day Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie. Where the gun play ring all day (nanana). Some got jobs and some sell yea'. Others just smoke and * all day Sunday mornin, crack of dawn
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (while the orchestra plays like it or not, motorhead rummages on stage
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, you're not ready yet". St. Peter shaking his head. He's saying "no, no, you're not ready yet". Verse 2. I can't see clear. The memory of you keeps blurring my view. I am lost, nowhere to go. The mountains
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Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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Bài hát St. Teresa - Joan Osborne. Sit down on the corner, just a little crime. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (roy sings melody) All. Boooooh
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say. I can tell by the look in your eye. You'd better watch yourself, St. George is on his way. . Is it true that he's a mighty warrior. And a viper of the first degree?. I've been sentenced here
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Kaizers Orchestra - Hevnervals. Lyrics written by Janove Ottesen. Eg har stirt gjennom sprinklene et r. Eg har kjetting mellom beina nr eg gr. Eg er feil mann p feil plass til feil tid. Det er
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Moonlight Cocktail. Glenn Miller & his Orchestra. Words by Kim Gannon. Music by Lucky Roberts #1 from week of February 28, 1942 to week of May 2, 1942 Couple of jiggers of moonlight and add a star
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Bài hát St. Peter's - Champs. I wouldn't have fallen inside of saint Peter's, . And I wouldn't have marks to tell them apart, . I wouldn't have stood in places you stand,. And I would. I wouldn't
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I went down to St. James Infirmary. Heard my baby moan. I felt so broken-hearted. She used to be my own. I tried to keep from crying. My heart felt just like lead. She was all I had to live for. I
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' passato e. nun'nce pienze chi. Catar, Catar. tu nun 'o ssaje ca. fino e 'int'a na chiesa. io s' trasuto e aggiu pregato a Dio,. Catar. E ll'aggio ditto pure a 'o cunfessore. "St' a suffr pe' chella
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