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song: livin' on a prayer |
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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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Unions been on strike |
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He's 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 - well give it a shot |
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artist: elvis presley |
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song: love me tender |
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done: false |
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<song title>, |
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Love me sweet, |
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Never let me go. |
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You have made my life complete, |
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And I love you so. |
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<song title>, |
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Love me true, |
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All my dreams fulfilled. |
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For my darlin I love you, |
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And I always will. |
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<song title>, |
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Love me long, |
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Take me to your heart. |
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For it's there that I belong, |
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And well never part. |
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artist: ed motta |
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song: manuel |
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done: false |
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Ia pro trabalho cansado, |
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Às 6 da manhã, |
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Ouvia no seu rádio, |
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Calcinhas e sutiã |
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No rádio era um funk, |
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O trem tava lotado, |
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Pensou no seu salário, |
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Ficou desanimado |
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Se eu fosse americano |
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Minha vida não seria assim |
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artist: ritchie |
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song: menina veneno |
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done: false |
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Meia-noite no meu quarto, ela vai subir |
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Ouço passos na escada, vejo a porta abrir |
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Um abajur cor de carmim, um lençol azul |
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Cortinas de seda, o seu corpo nu |
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[...] |
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Seus olhos verdes no espelho, |
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Brilham para mim |
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Seu corpo inteiro é um prazer |
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Do princípio ao fim |
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artist: crash test dummies |
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song: mmm mmm mmm mmm |
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done: false |
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Once there was this kid who |
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Got into an accident and couldn't come to school |
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But when he finally came back |
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His hair had turned from black into bright white |
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He said that it was from when |
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The cars had smashed him so hard |
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<song title> |
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Once there was this girl who |
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Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room |
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But when they finally made her |
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They saw birthmarks all over her body |
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She couldn't quite explain it |
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They'd always just been there |
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artist: pink floyd |
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song: money |
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done: false |
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<song title>, get away |
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Get a good job with more pay |
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And your O.K. |
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<song title>, it's a gas |
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Grab that cash with both hands |
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And make a stash |
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New car, caviar, four star daydream |
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Think I'll buy me a football team |
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<song title> get back |
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I'm all right Jack |
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Keep your hands off my stack |
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artist: boston |
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song: more than a feeling |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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I looked out this morning and the sun was gone |
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Turned on some music to start my day |
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I lost myself in a familiar song |
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I closed my eyes and I slipped away |
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It's <song title> |
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(<song title>) |
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When I hear that old song they used to play |
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(<song title>) |
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I begin dreaming |
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(<song title>) |
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'Til I see Marianne walk away |
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I see my Marianne walkin' away |
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artist: counting crows |
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song: mr jones |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this |
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yellow-haired girl |
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<song title> strikes up a conversation with this black- |
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haired flamenco dancer |
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She dances while his father plays guitar |
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She's suddenly beautiful |
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We all want something beautiful |
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I wish I was beautiful |
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So come dance this silence down through the morning |
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Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances |
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Pass me a bottle, <song title> |
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Believe in me |
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artist: the who |
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song: my generation |
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artist: chet atkins |
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song: mr sandman |
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done: false |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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song: johnny b goode |
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done: false |
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lyrics: > |
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Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans |
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Way back up in the woods among the evergreens |
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There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood |
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Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode |
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Who never ever learned to read or write so well |
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But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell |
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[...] |
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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack |
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Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track |
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Oh, the engineerswould see him sitting in the shade |
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Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made |
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People passing by they would stop and say |
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Oh my that little country boy could play |
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artist: eddie cochran |
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song: summertimes blues |
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song: while my guitar gently weeps |
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done: false |
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I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping |
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I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping |
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Still my <tip>. |
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I don't know why nobody told you |
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How to unfold your love |
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I don't know how someone controlled you |
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They bought and sold you. |
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I look at the world and I notice it's turning |
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With every mistake we must surely be learning |
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Still my <tip>. |
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artist: dick dale |
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song: miserlou |
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artist: surfaris |
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song: wipeout |
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done: false |
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done: true |
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lyrics: > |
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song: another day in paradise |
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done: false |
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She calls out to the man on the street |
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"sir, can you help me? |
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It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep |
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Is there somewhere you can tell me? |
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He walks on, doesn't look back |
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He pretends he can't hear her |
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Starts to whistle as he crosses the street |
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Seems embarrased to be there |
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artist: the beatles |
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song: helter skelter |
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done: false |
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When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide |
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Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride |
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Till I get to the bottom and I see you again. |
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Do, don't you want me to love you |
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I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me, come on tell me the answer |
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You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer. |
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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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What'll you do when you get lonely |
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And nobody's waiting by your side? |
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You've been running and hiding much too long. |
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You know it's just your foolish pride. |
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artist: deep purple |
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song: smoke on the water |
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done: false |
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[Chorus:] |
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<song title>, you've got me on my knees. |
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<song title>, I'm begging, darling please. |
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<song title>, darling won't you ease my worried mind. |
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artist: lynyrd skynyrd |
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song: sweet home alabama |
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done: false |
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Big wheels keep on turning |
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Carry me home to see my kin |
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Singing songs about the south-land |
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I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again |
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And I think it's a sin |
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Well I heard Mister Young sing about her |
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Well I heard ole Neil put her down |
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Well, I hope Neil Young will remember |
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A southern man don't need him around any how |
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artist: heart |
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song: barracuda |
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done: false |
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So this ain't the end - I saw you again today |
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I had to turn my heart away |
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Smiled like the Sun - kisses for everyone |
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And tales - it never fails! |
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You lying so low in the weeds |
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I bet you gonna ambush me |
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You'd have me down on my knees |
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Now wouldn't you, <song title>? |
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Back over Time we were all trying for free |
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Met up with porpoise and me |
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No right no wrong you're selling a Song - a name |
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Whisper game |
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artist: van halen |
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song: runnin' with the devil |
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