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| − | ===So far away - Carole King===
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| − | So far away
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| − | Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
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| − | It would be so fine to see your face at my door
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| − | Doesn't help to know
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| − | You're just time away
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| − | Long ago, I reached for you and there you stood
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| − | Holding you again could only do me good
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| − | How I wish I could
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| − | But you're so far away
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| − | One more song about movin' along the highway
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| − | Can't say much of anything that's new
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| − | If I could only work this life out my way
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| − | I'd rather spend it bein' close to you
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| − | But, you're so far away
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| − | Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
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| − | It would be so fine to see your face at my door
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| − | Doesn't help to know
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| − | You're so far away
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| − | Yeah, you're so far away
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| − | Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely
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| − | Nothing else to do but close my mind
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| − | I sure hope the road don't come to own me
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| − | There's so many dreams I've yet to find
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| − | But you're so far away
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| − | Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
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| − | It would be so fine to see your face at my door
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| − | And it doesn't help to know
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| − | You're so far away
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| − | Yeah, you're so far away
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| − | Hey, you're so far away
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| − | ===Home Again - Carole King===
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| − | Sometimes I wonder if I'm
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| − | Ever gonna make it home again
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| − | It's so far and out of sight
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| − | I really need someone to talk to
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| − | And nobody else
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| − | Knows how to comfort me tonight
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| − | Snow is cold, rain is wet
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| − | Chills my soul right to the marrow
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| − | I won't be happy 'til I see
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| − | You alone again
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| − | 'Til I'm home again and feelin' right
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| − | Snow is cold, rain is wet
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| − | Chills my soul right to the marrow
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| − | I won't be happy 'til I see
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| − | You alone again
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| − | 'Til I'm home again and feelin' right
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| − | 'Til I'm home again and feelin' right
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| − | I wanna be home again and feelin' right
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| − | === Almost lover - A fine frenzy===
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| − | Your fingertips across my skin
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| − | The palm trees swaying in the wind
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| − | Images
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| − | You sang me Spanish lullabies
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| − | The sweetest sadness in your eyes
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| − | Clever trick
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| − | Well, I never want to see you unhappy
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| − | I thought you'd want the same for me
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| − | Goodbye, my almost lover
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| − | Goodbye, my hopeless dream
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| − | I'm trying not to think about you
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| − | Can't you just let me be?
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| − | So long, my luckless romance
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| − | My back is turned on you
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| − | Should've known you'd bring me heartache
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| − | Almost lovers always do
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| − | We walked along a crowded street
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| − | You took my hand and danced with me
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| − | Images
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| − | And when you left, you kissed my lips
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| − | You told me you would never, never forget
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| − | These images
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| − | Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
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| − | I thought you'd want the same for me
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| − | Goodbye, my almost lover
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| − | Goodbye, my hopeless dream
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| − | I'm trying not to think about you
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| − | Can't you just let me be?
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| − | So long, my luckless romance
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| − | My back is turned on you
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| − | Should've known you'd bring me heartache
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| − | Almost lovers always do
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| − | I cannot go to the ocean
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| − | I cannot drive the streets at night
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| − | I cannot wake up in the morning
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| − | Without you on my mind
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| − | So you're gone and I'm haunted
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| − | And I bet you are just fine
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| − | Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out
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| − | Goodbye, my almost lover
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| − | Goodbye, my hopeless dream
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| − | I'm trying not to think about you
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| − | Can't you just let me be?
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| − | So long, my luckless romance
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| − | My back is turned on you
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| − | Should've known you'd bring me heartache
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| − | Almost lovers always do
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| − | ===[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAnir4wM_EE Birdy - Skinny love]===
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| − | Come on skinny love just last the year
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| − | Pour a little salt we were never here
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| − | My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
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| − | Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
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| − | I tell my love to wreck it all
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| − | Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
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| − | My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
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| − | Right in the moment this order's tall
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| − | I told you to be patient
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| − | I told you to be fine
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| − | I told you to be balanced
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| − | I told you to be kind
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| − | In the morning I'll be with you
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| − | But it will be a different "kind"
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| − | I'll be holding all the tickets
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| − | And you'll be owning all the fines
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| − | Come on skinny love what happened here
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| − | Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
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| − | My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
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| − | Sullen load is full; so slow on the split
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| − | I told you to be patient
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| − | I told you to be fine
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| − | I told you to be balanced
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| − | I told you to be kind
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| − | Now all your love is wasted?
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| − | Then who the hell was I?
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| − | Now I'm breaking at the britches
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| − | And at the end of all your lines
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| − | Who will love you?
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| − | Who will fight?
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| − | Who will fall far behind?
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| − | Come on skinny love
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| − | My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
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| − | ===[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idnJnjV_8rg Brilliant Disguise - Bruce Springsteen] ===
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| − | I hold you in my arms
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| − | As the band plays
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| − | What are those words whispered baby
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| − | Just as you turn away
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| − | I saw you last night
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| − | Out on the edge of town
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| − | I want to read your mind
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| − | To know just what I've got in this new thing I've found
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| − | So tell me what I see
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| − | When I look in your eyes
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| − | Is that you baby
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| − | Or just a brilliant disguise
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| − | I heard somebody call your name
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| − | From underneath our willow
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| − | I saw something tucked in shame
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| − | Underneath your pillow
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| − | Well I've tried so hard baby
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| − | But I just can't see
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| − | So tell me who I see
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| − | When I look in your eyes
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| − | Is that you baby
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| − | Or just a brilliant disguise
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| − | Now look at me baby
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| − | Struggling to do everything right
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| − | And then it all falls apart
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| − | When out go the lights
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| − | I'm just a lonely pilgrim
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| − | I walk this world in wealth
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| − | I want to know if it's you I don't trust
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| − | 'Cause I damn sure don't trust myself
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| − | Now you play the loving woman
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| − | I'll play the faithful man
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| − | But just don't look too close
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| − | Into the palm of my hand
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| − | We stood at the alter
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| − | The gypsy swore our future was right
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| − | But come the wee wee hours
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| − | Well maybe baby the gypsy lied
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| − | So when you look at me
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| − | You better look hard and look twice
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| − | Is that me baby
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| − | Or just a brilliant disguise
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| − | Tonight our bed is cold
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| − | Lost in the darkness of our love
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| − | God have mercy on the man
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| − | Who doubts what he's sure of
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| − | ===[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryH5cga0yUI Kate Nash - Foundations]===
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| − | Thursday night
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| − | Everything's fine
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| − | Except you've got that look in your eye
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| − | When I'm telling a story
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| − | And you find it boring
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| − | You're thinking of something to say
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| − | You'll go along with, then drop it
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| − | And humiliate me in front of our friends
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| − | Then I'll use that voice what you find annoyin'
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| − | "Yeah, intelligent input darlin'
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| − | Why don't you just have another beer then?"
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| − | Then you'll call me a bitch
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| − | And I won't give a shit
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| − | My fingertips are holding onto
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| − | The cracks in our foundation
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| − | And I know that I should let go
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| − | But I can't
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| − | And every time we fight I know it's not right
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| − | Every time that you're upset and I smile
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| − | I know I should forget, but I can't
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| − | You said I must eat so many lemons
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| − | 'Cause I am so bitter
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| − | I said "I'd rather be with your friends, mate
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| − | 'Cause they are much fitter"
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| − | Yes, it was childish
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| − | And you got aggressive
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| − | And I must admit that I was a bit scared
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| − | But it gives me thrills to wind you up
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| − | The cracks in our foundation
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| − | And I know that I should let go
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| − | But I can't
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| − | Every time that you're upset and I smile
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| − | I know I should forget, but I can't
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| − | Your face is pasty
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| − | 'Cause you've gone and got so wasted
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| − | What a surprise
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| − | Don't want to look at your face
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| − | 'Cause it's making me sick
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| − | You've gone and got sick on my trainers
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| − | I only got these yesterday
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| − | Oh my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this
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| − | Well I'll leave you there 'til the mornin'
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| − | And I purposely won't turn the heating on
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| − | And dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one
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| − | And I know that I should let go
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| − | But I can't
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| − | I know I should forget, but I can't
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| − | I know I should forget, but I can't
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| | ===[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHV04eSGzAA Kimbra - "Settle Down"]=== | | ===[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHV04eSGzAA Kimbra - "Settle Down"]=== |
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| − | ===Eurythmics - I saved the world today===
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| − | Monday finds you like a bomb
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| − | That's been left ticking there too long
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| − | You're bleeding
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| − | Some days there's nothing left to learn
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| − | From the point of no return
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| − | Hey Hey I saved the world today
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| − | Everybody's happy now
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| − | The bad thing's gone away
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| − | And everybody's happy now
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| − | The good thing's here to stay
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| − | Please let it stay
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| − | There's a million mouths to feed
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| − | And I've got everything I need
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| − | I'm breathing
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| − | And there's a hurting thing inside
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| − | But I've got everything to hide
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| − | Hey Hey I saved the world today
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| − | Everybody's happy now
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| − | The bad thing's gone away
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| − | The good thing's here to stay
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| − | Please let it stay
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| − | Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo the good thing
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| − | === Peter Gabriel - Digging in the dirt===
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| − | Something in me, dark and sticky
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| − | All the time it's getting strong
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| − | No way of dealing with this feeling
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| − | I can't go on like this too long
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| − | This time you've gone too far
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| − | This time you've gone too far
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| − | This time you've gone too far,
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| − | I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you
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| − | Don't talk back, just drive the car
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| − | Shut your mouth, I know what you are
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| − | Don't say nothing, keep your hands on the wheel
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| − | Don't turn around, this is for real
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| − | Digging in the dirt
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| − | Stay with me I need support
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| − | I'm digging in the dirt
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| − | Find the places I got hurt
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| − | Open up the places
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| − | I got hurt
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| − | The more I look, the more I find
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| − | As I close on in, I get so blind
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| − | I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
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| − | I feel it in my sex, that's the place it goes
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| − | This time you've gone too far
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| − | This time you've gone too far
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| − | This time you've gone too far,
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| − | I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you
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| − | Don't talk back, just drive the car
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| − | Shut your mouth, I know what you are
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| − | Don't say nothing, keep your hands on the wheel
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| − | Don't turn around, this is for real
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| − | Digging in the dirt
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| − | Stay with me I need support
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| − | I'm digging in the dirt
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| − | Find the places I got hurt
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| − | Open up the places I got hurt
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| − | Digging in the dirt
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| − | Stay with me I need support
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| − | I'm digging in the dirt
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| − | Find the places I got hurt
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| − | Digging in the dirt, to find the places we got hurt
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| − | Digging in the dirt, to find the places we got hurt
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| − | Digging in the dirt, to find the places we got hurt
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| − | Digging in the dirt, to find the places we got hurt
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| − | ===Simon and Garfunkel - The boxer ===
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| − | I am just a poor boy
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| − | Though my story's seldom told
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| − | I have squandered my resistance
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| − | For a pocketful of mumbles
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| − | Such are promises
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| − |
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| − | All lies and jest
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| − | Still a man hears what he wants to hear
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| − | And disregards the rest
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| − | When I left my home and my family
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| − | I was no more than a boy
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| − | In the company of strangers
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| − | In the quiet of the railway station
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| − | Running scared
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| − | Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
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| − | Where the ragged people go
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| − | Looking for the places only they would know
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − | Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job
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| − | But I get no offers
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| − | Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
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| − |
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| − | I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
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| − |
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| − | I took some comfort there, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − | Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
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| − | And wishing I was gone, going home
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| − | Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
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| − | Leading me, going home
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| − |
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| − | In the clearing stands a boxer
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| − |
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| − | And a fighter by his trade
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| − |
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| − | And he carries the reminders
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| − | Of every glove that laid him down
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| − | Or cut him till he cried out
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| − |
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| − | In his anger and his shame
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| − |
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| − | "I am leaving, I am leaving"
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| − |
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| − | But the fighter still remains
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie
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| − |
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| − | Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
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| − |
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| − | I love you
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| − |
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| − | ==es:==
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| − | ===Rubén Blades y Willie Colón - Pedro Navaja===
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| − | Evelino, ven acá
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| − |
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| − | Por la esquina del viejo barrio lo vi pasar
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| − |
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| − | Con el tumbao que tienen los guapos al caminar
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| − | Las manos siempre en los bolsillos de su gabán
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| − | Pa' que no sepan en cuál de ellas lleva el puñal
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| − |
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| − | Usa un sombrero de ala ancha, de medio lao
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| − |
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| − | Y zapatillas, por si hay problemas salir, volao
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| − |
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| − | Lentes oscuros pa' que no sepan que está mirando
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| − | Y un diente de oro, que cuando ríe se ve brillando
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| − |
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| − | Como a tres cuadras de aquella esquina, una mujer
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| − |
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| − | Va recorriendo la acera entera por quinta vez
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| − |
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| − | Y en un zaguán entra y se da un trago para olvidar
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| − |
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| − | Que el día está flojo y no hay clientes pa' trabajar
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| − | Un carro pasa muy despacito por la avenida
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| − | No tiene marcas, pero to' saben que es policía
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| − |
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| − | Pedro Navaja, las manos siempre dentro 'el gabán
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| − | Mira y sonríe, y el diente de oro vuelve a brillar
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| − |
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| − | Mientras camina pasa la vista, de esquina a esquina
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| − |
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| − | No se ve un alma, está desierta toa la avenida
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| − |
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| − | Cuando de pronto esa mujer sale del zaguán
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| − |
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| − | Y Pedro Navaja, aprieta un puño dentro 'el gabán
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| − |
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| − | Mira pa' un lado, mira pa'l otro y no ve a nadie
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| − |
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| − | Y a la carrera, pero sin ruido, cruza la calle
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| − |
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| − | Y mientras tanto en la otra acera, va esa mujer
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| − |
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| − | Refunfuñando, pues no hizo pesos con que comer
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| − |
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| − | Mientras camina del viejo abrigo saca un revólver, esa
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| − | mujer
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| − |
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| − | Iba a guardarlo en su cartera pa' que no estorbe
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| − | Un 38, Smith & Wesson del especial
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| − | Que carga encima pa' que la libre de todo mal
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| − |
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| − | Y Pedro Navaja, puñal en mano le fue pa' encima
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| − |
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| − | El diente de oro iba alumbrando toa la avenida, ¡hizo
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| − | fácil!
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| − |
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| − | Mientras reía, el puñal le hundía sin compasión
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| − |
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| − | Cuando de pronto sonó un disparo como un cañón
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| − |
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| − | Y Pedro Navaja cayó en la acera mientras veía, esa mujer
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| − |
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| − | Que revólver en mano y de muerte herida, a él le decía
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| − |
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| − | "Yo que pensaba: hoy no es mi día, estoy salá"
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| − |
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| − | "Pero Pedro Navaja, tú estás peor, no estás en na'"
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| − |
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| − | Y créanme gente, que aunque hubo ruido nadie salió
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| − |
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| − | No hubo curiosos, no hubo preguntas, nadie lloró
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| − |
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| − | Solo un borracho con los dos muertos se tropezó
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| − |
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| − | Cogió el revólver, el puñal, dos pesos y se marchó
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| − |
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| − | Y tropezando se fue cantando desafinao
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| − |
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| − | El coro que aquí les traje, mira el mensaje de mi canción
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| − |
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| − | La vida te da sorpresas
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| − |
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| − | Sorpresas te da la vida, ¡ay, Dios!
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| − |
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| − | Pedro Navaja, matón de esquina
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| − |
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| − | Quien a hierro mata, a hierro termina
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| − |
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| − | Valiente pescador, pa'l anzuelo que tiraste
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| − |
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| − | En vez de una sardina un tiburón enganchaste
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| − |
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| − | I like to live in America
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| − |
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| − | Ocho millones de historias
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| − |
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| − | Tiene la ciudad de Nueva York
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| − |
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| − | Como decía mi abuelita
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| − |
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| − | El que de último ríe, se ríe mejor
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| − |
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| − | I like to live in America
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| − |
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| − | Cuando lo manda el destino no lo cambia ni el más bravo
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| − |
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| − | Si naciste pa' martillo, del cielo te caen los clavos
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| − |
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| − | En barrio de guapos, cuidao en la acera
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| − |
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| − | Cuidao camara', que el que no corre, vuela
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| − |
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| − | Como en una novela de Kafka
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| − |
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| − | El borracho dobló por el callejón
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| − |
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| − | En la ciudad de Nueva York, dos personas fueron encontradas
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| − | muertas
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| − |
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| − | Esta madrugada, los cuerpos sin vida de Pedro Barrios y Josefina Buenso
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