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artist: eddie cochran |
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song: summertimes blues |
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done: false |
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done: true |
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Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss |
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artist: derek and the dominos |
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song: layla |
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done: false |
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done: true |
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What'll you do when you get lonely |
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song: só pro meu prazer |
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done: false |
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Não fala nada deixa tudo assim por mim |
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Eu não me importo se nós não somos bem assim |
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É tudo real nas minhas mentiras |
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E assim não faz mal E assim não me faz mal não |
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Noite e dia se completam o nosso amor e ódio eterno |
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Eu te imagino, eu te conserto eu faço a cena que eu quiser |
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Eu tiro a roupa pra você minha maior ficção de amor |
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Eu te recriei, <song title> |
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<song title> |
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Não venha agora com essas insinuações |
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Dos seus defeitos ou de algum medo normal |
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Será que você, não é nada que eu penso |
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Também se não for não faz mal Não me faz mal não |
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artist: rdb |
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song: rebelde |
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song: travellin' band |
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done: true |
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artist: los del rio |
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song: macarena |
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done: true |
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When I dance they call me <song title> |
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And the boys they say que estoy buena |
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They all want me, they can't have me |
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So they all come and dance beside me |
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Move with me, chant with me |
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And if you?re good I'll take you home with me |
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Dale a tu cuerpo alegria <song title> |
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Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegria cosa buena |
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Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, <song title> |
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Hey <song title>! |
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(Ay!) |
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artist: terra samba |
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song: liberar geral |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: rush |
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song: red barchetta |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: ben harper |
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song: she's only happy in the sun |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: the beatles |
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song: day tripper |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: fall out boy |
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song: dance, dance |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: red hot chillii peppers |
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song: suck my kiss |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: robert tepper |
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song: no easy way out |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: u2 |
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song: with or without you |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: foo fighters |
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song: my hero |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: panic! at the disco |
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song: i write sins not tragedies |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: lenny kravitz |
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song: mr cab driver |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: b-52s |
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song: rock lobster |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: bonnie tyler |
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song: total eclipse of the heart |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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artist: new radicals |
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song: you get what you give |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Wake up kids |
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we got the dreamers disease |
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Age 14 they got you down on your knees |
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Souls polite, we're busy still saying please |
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Friendnemies, who, when you're down ain't your friend |
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Every night we smash their Mercedes-Benz |
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First we run; and then we laugh till we cry |
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But when the night is falling |
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and you cannot find the light, light |
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You feel your dreams are dying |
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Hold tight |
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[Chorus] |
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You've got the music in you |
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Don't let go |
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You've got the music in you |
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One dance left |
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This world is gonna pull through |
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Don't give up |
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You've got a reason to live |
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Can't forget |
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We only <tip> |
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artist: smash mouth |
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song: walkin' on the sun |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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It ain't no joke i'd like to buy the world a coke |
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Teach the world to sing in perfect harmony |
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And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars |
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Hey i know it's just a song but it's spice for the recipe |
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This is a love attack i know it went out but it's back. |
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It's just like any fad it retracts before impact |
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And just like fashion it's a passion for the with it and hip |
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If you got the goods they'll come and buy it just to stay in theclique |
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(Chorus) |
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So don't delay act now supplies are running out |
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Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive |
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And if you follow there may be a tomorrow |
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But if the offer's shun you might as well be <song title> |
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artist: collective soul |
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song: the world I know |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Has our conscience shown? |
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Has the sweet breeze blown? |
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Has all the kindness gone? |
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Hope still lingers on. |
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I drink myself of newfound pity |
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Sitting alone in New York City |
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And I don't know why..don't know why.. |
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Are we listening |
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To hymns of offering? |
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Have we eyes to see |
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That love is gathering? |
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All the words that I've been reading |
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Have now started the act of bleeding |
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Into one...into one.. |
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-(Chorus)- |
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So I walk up on high |
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And I step to the edge |
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To see my world below. |
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And I laugh at myself |
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While the tears roll down. |
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'Cause it's <song title> |
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Oh it's <song title>. |
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I drink myself of newfound pity |
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Sitting alone in New York City |
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And I don't know why..don't know why.. |
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(Chorus 2x) |
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artist: natalie imbruglia |
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song: torn |
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done: false |
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I thought I saw a man brought to life |
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He was warm he came around |
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Like he was dignified |
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He showed me what it was to cry |
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Well you couldn't be that man I adored |
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You don't seem to know or seem to care |
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What your heart is for |
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I don't know him anymore |
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There's nothing where he used to lie |
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My conversation has run dry |
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That's what's going on |
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Nothing's fine |
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I'm <song title> |
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artist: alanis morissette |
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song: you oughta know |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm happy for you |
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I wish nothing but |
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The best for you both |
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An older version of me |
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Is she perverted like me? |
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Would she go down on you in a theater? |
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Does she speak eloquently? |
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And would she have your baby? |
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I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother |
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'Cause the love that you gave, that we made |
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Wasn't able to make it enough |
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For you to be open wide, no |
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And every time you speak her name |
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Does she know how you told me you'd hold me |
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Until you died? 'Til you died? |
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But you're still alive |
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And I'm here to remind you |
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Of the mess you left when you went away |
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It's not fair to deny me |
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Of the cross I bear that you gave to me |
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<tip>, <tip>, <song title> |
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artist: bon jovi |
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song: livin' on a prayer |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Once upon a time |
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Not so long ago |
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Tommy used to work on the docks |
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Union's been on strike |
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Hes down on his luck...it's tough, so tough |
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Gina works the diner all day |
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Working for her man, she brings home her pay |
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For love - for love |
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She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got |
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'Cause it doesn't make a difference |
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If we make it or not |
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We've got each other and that's a lot |
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For love - we'll give it a shot |
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Oh, we're half way there |
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Whoah, <song title> |
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Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear |
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Whoah, <song title> |
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artist: europe |
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song: the final countdown |
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We're leaving together |
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But still it's farewell |
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And maybe we'll come back, |
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To earth, who can tell? |
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I guess there is no one to blame |
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We're leaving ground (leaving ground) |
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Will things ever be the same again? |
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It's <song title>. |
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<song title>. |
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Oh, We're heading for Venus (Venus) |
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And still we stand tall |
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Cause maybe they've seen us |
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And welcome us all, yeah |
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With so many light years to go |
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And things to be found (to be found) |
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I'm sure that we'll all miss her so |
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It's <song title>. |
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artist: gotye |
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song: somebody that i used to know |
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Now and then I think of when we were together |
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Like when you said you felt so happy you could die |
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I told myself that you were right for me |
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But felt so lonely in your company |
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But that was love and it's an ache I still remember |
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You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness |
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Like resignation to the end, always the end |
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So when we found that we could not make sense |
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Well you said that we would still be friends |
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But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over |
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But you didn't have to cut me off |
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Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing |
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I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger |
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And that feels so rough |
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No, you didn't have to stoop so low |
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Have your friends collect your records |
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And then change your number |
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Guess that I don't need that though |
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Now you're just <song title> |
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