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. I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky. And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree. I'm turning my head up and down. I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
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now, I feel sorrow. As friendship turns stale. Our love's still on track but. Without a third rail The moon has come up now. The sun has gone down. A million or more times. Since you've been
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Third shade of blue. The sky and you. Like the rain over the sea Third shade of red. The lover's bed. Crimson blood and rose Third shade of green is all that you feel. Just like my love. But
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Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree. Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree Dear sir, can you remember me?. Have a look inside
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Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree. Dear sir, can you remember me?. I'm the one that picked the apple tree Dear sir, can you remember me?. Have a look inside
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tight. You're all that I need. Underneath the tree. Tonight (Tonight), I'm gonna hold you close (Ooh). Make sure that you know (Know). I was lost before you (Ooh). Christmas was cold and grey (Ooh
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I'm turning my head up and down . I'm turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin' around. And all that I can see is just another lemon tree. I wonder how. I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout
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Hunted down I came upon. A place of ferns and grass. Gathered to a redbud tree. And now their footsteps pass. Where I crouch in dread. Discovery my certain death. Bur leaves reaching for my
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lady. Ohh, Jamaica girl. Ohh, Jamaica lady. Ohh, Jamaica girl You be my first, my second. My third world girl. My first, my second. My third world girl Ohh, Jamaica lady. Ohh, Jamaica girl You be
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You're the one who beckoned the wind. And fanned the flame when our love began. So don't pretend you don't know me. Our names are carved on you, singing tree. Oh singing tree. Sing to me . Call
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tree, pine tree. Growin' from the soil of Gallilee. Don't be scared now, don't be slow. If you don't go the roots won't grow When I was a child there. Three feet I stood. I looked out on the valley
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Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah. Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah. Underneath that tree. There's just gonna be you and me. Underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah Old man down
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Johnny's playroom. Is a bunker filled with sand. He's become a third world man. Smoky sunday. He's been mobilized since dawn. Now he's crouching on the lawn. He's a third world man Soon you'll
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One little Christmas tree was standing alone. Waiting for someone to come by. One little Christmas tree that never had grown. Cried as he looked up to the sky. . Oh please Mr Father tree, the
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Daddy hit the bottle. Momma hit the roof. They must've hit it off. I'm the living proof. All their bad habits. Got handed down to me. You can find me hanging. From the family tree. . Daddy
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Withering tree, bearing no fruit. Never will see an evergreen suit. Reaching right out, out for the sun. Broken old branches, fall one by one. Into the arms of eternity. Into the arms of
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Bài hát Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Ole Oak Tree - Dawn. I'm comin' home, I've done my time. Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine. If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
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our family tree No, I didnt come to fight, he was a better man I might. But I wouldnt dirty my hands on trash like you, no. Bring out the babies daddy, thats who theyve come to see. Not the woman
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Bài Hát Fruit Tree. Trình BàyNick Drake. Fame is but a fruit tree. So very unsound. It can never flourish. Till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame. Can never find a way. Till time has flown
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Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree. At the Christmas party hop. Mistletoe hung where you can see. Every couple tries to stop Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree. Let the Christmas spirit ring
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happy. Without any plan. But now I feel sorrow. As friendship turns stale. Our love's still on track but. Without a third rail. The moon has come up now. The sun has gone down. A million or more
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happy. Without any plan. But now I feel sorrow. As friendship turns stale. Our love's still on track but. Without a third rail. The moon has come up now. The sun has gone down. A million or more
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words. All of my life I've been hunting. I've been a girl, I've been a boy. Digging my feet into the ground. Like an apple tree. Wanting to live with a purpose. Skin is a word, love is not a sin
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Girl. Oh, Jamaica Lady. Oh, Jamiaca Girl. Oh, Jamaica Lady. Oh, Jamaica Girl. Oh, oh, baby. You be my first, my second, my third world girl. Peas and rice. They are awful nice. But not as nice
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tree, right. I got to P, I got to P upon a tree. I P upon a tree because I drink too much Olde E. And not time for P to come out on me, so I I go and P, I go and P upon a tree, right. I go and P, I
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Never never knew that the time would come. When every mans got to find where he does come from. Never never knew that the time would come. When every fig must find it's fig tree. . Jump little
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Song Family Tree - Darryl Worley. Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug. Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug. Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood. "Roll over Beethoven" never