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song: puro êxtase |
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artist: luis caldas |
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song: nega do cabelo duro |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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<song title> |
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Que não gosta de pentear |
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Quando passa na baixa do tubo |
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O negão começa a gritar |
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Pega ela aí |
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Pega ela aí |
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Pra que ? |
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Pra passar batom |
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De que cor? |
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De violeta |
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Na boca e na bochecha |
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Pra que? |
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Pra passar batom |
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De que cor? |
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De cor azul |
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Na boca e na porta do céu |
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artist: pink floyd |
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song: coming back to life |
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done: false |
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Where were you when I was burned and broken |
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While the days slipped by from my window watching |
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Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless |
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Because the things you say and the things you do surround me |
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While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words |
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Dying to believe in what you heard |
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I was staring straight into the shining sun |
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Lost in thought and lost in time |
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While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted |
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Outside the rain fell dark and slow |
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While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime |
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I took a heavenly ride through our silence |
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I knew the moment had arrived |
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For killing the past and <song title> |
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artist: the who |
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song: baba o'riley |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Out here in the fields |
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I farm for my meals |
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I get my back into my living. |
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I don't need to fight |
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To prove I'm right |
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I don't need to be forgiven. |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Don't cry |
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Don't raise your eye |
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It's only teenage wasteland |
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Sally, take my hand |
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We'll travel south cross land |
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Put out the fire |
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And don't look past my shoulder. |
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The exodus is here |
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The happy ones are near |
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Let's get together |
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Before we get much older. |
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Teenage wasteland |
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It's only teenage wasteland. |
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Teenage wasteland |
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Oh, yeah |
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Teenage wasteland |
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They're all wasted! |
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artist: pink floyd |
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song: on the turning away |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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<song title> |
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From the pale and downtrodden |
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And the words they say |
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Which we won't understand |
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"Don't accept that what's happening |
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Is just a case of others' suffering |
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Or you'll find that you're joining in |
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<tip>" |
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It's a sin that somehow |
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Light is changing to shadow |
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And casting it's shroud |
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Over all we have known |
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Unaware how the ranks have grown |
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Driven on by a heart of stone |
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We could find that we're all alone |
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In the dream of the proud |
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On the wings of the night |
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As the daytime is stirring |
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Where the speechless unite |
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artist: the all american rejects |
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song: move along |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking |
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When you fall everyone stands |
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Another day and you've had your fill of sinking |
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With the life held in your |
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Hands are shaking cold |
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These hands are meant to hold |
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Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong |
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<song title>, <song title> like I know you do |
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And even when your hope is gone |
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<song title>, <song title> just to make it through |
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<song title> |
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<song title> |
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So a day when you've lost yourself completely |
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Could be a night when your life ends |
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Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving |
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All the pain held in your |
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Hands are shaking cold |
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Your hands are mine to hold |
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artist: the all american rejects |
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song: gives you hell |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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wake up every evening with a big smile on my face |
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And it never feels out of place |
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And you're still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace |
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I wonder how bad that tastes |
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When you see my face |
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Hope it <song title>, hope it <song title> |
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When you walk my way |
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Hope it <song title>, hope it <song title> |
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Now where's your picket fence, love? |
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And where's that shiny car? |
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And did it ever get you far? |
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You never seemed so tense, love |
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I've never seen you fall so hard |
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Do you know where you are? |
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And truth be told I miss you |
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And truth be told I'm lying |
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When you see my face |
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Hope it <song title>, hope it <song title> |
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When you walk my way |
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Hope it <song title>, hope it <song title> |
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artist: the who |
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song: love, reign o'er me |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Only love can make it rain |
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The way the beach is kissed by the sea |
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Only love can make it rain |
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Like the sweat of lovers layin' in the fields |
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<song title> |
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<song title> |
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Rain on me, rain on me |
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Only love can bring the rain |
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That makes you yearn to the sky |
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Only love can bring the rain |
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That falls like tears from on high |
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<song title> |
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Rain on me, rain on me |
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<song title> |
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Rain on me, rain on me |
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On the dry and dusty road |
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The nights we spend apart alone |
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I need to get back home to cool, cool rain |
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artist: p!nk |
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song: blow me ( on last kiss ) |
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done: false |
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White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight |
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Clenched shut jaw, I've got another headache again tonight |
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Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and they burn from all the tears |
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I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you |
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Tie a knot in the rope, tryin' to hold, tryin' to hold, |
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But there's nothing to grasp so I let go |
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I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much |
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I think this might be it for us (<song title>) |
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You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of shit |
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My head is spinning so (<song title>) |
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Just when it can't get worse, I've had a shit day (NO!) |
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Have you had a shit day? (NO!), we've had a shit day (NO!) |
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I think that life's too short for this, I want back my ignorance and bliss |
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I think I've had enough of this, blow me one last kiss. |
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I won't miss all of the fighting that we always did, |
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Take it in, I mean what I say when I say there is nothing left |
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No more sick whiskey dick, no more battles for me |
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You'll be calling a trick, 'cause you'll no longer sleep |
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I'll dress nice, I'll look good, I'll go dancing alone |
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I will laugh, I'll get drunk, I'll take somebody home |
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artist: oingo boingo |
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song: just another day |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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I feel it all around / I feel it in my bones |
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My life is on the line / When I'm away from home |
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When I step out the door / The jungle is alive |
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I do not trust my ears / I don't believe my eyes |
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I will not fall in love / I cannot risk the bet |
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Cause hearts are fragile toys / so easy to forget |
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It's <song title> / There's murder in the air |
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It drags me when I walk / I smell it everywhere |
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It's <song title> / Where people cling to light |
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To drive away the fear / That comes with every night |
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CHORUS |
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<tip> . . . . . . . It's <song title> |
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<tip> . . . . . . . It's <song title> . . . |
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It's <song title>--When people wake from dreams |
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With voices in their ears--That will not go away |
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I had a dream last night / The world was set on fire |
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And everywhere I ran / There wasn't any water |
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The temperature increased / The sky was crimson red |
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The clouds turned into smoke / And everyone was dead |
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(but) There's a smile on my face . . . For everyone |
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There's a golden coin . . . That reflects the sun |
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There's a lonely place . . . That's always cold |
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There's a place in the stars . . . For when you get old |
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artist: beach boys |
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song: barbara ann |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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<tip> <tip> <tip>, <tip> <song title>, |
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<tip> <tip> <tip>, <tip> <song title>, |
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<song title>, take my hand, <song title> |
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You've got me rockin' and a'rollin' |
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Rockin' and a'reelin' <song title> |
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I went to a dance |
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Looking for romance |
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Saw <song title> so I thought I'd take a chance |
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With <song title>, <song title> |
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You've got me rockin' and a'rollin' |
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Rockin' and a'reelin' <song title> |
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Tried Mary Lou, |
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Tried Peggy Sue, |
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Tried Freddie too |
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But I knew she wouldn't do |
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Like <song title>, <song title> |
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You've got me rockin' and a'rollin' |
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Rockin' and a'reelin' <song title> |
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<song title>, <song title>... |
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