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I lie in bed all morning | |
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The man I love doesn't want me | |
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Notre-Dame, she is quite old: although she may | |
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A girl passed by, the sound I heard | |
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The entire market is packed | |
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The girl with the fan | |
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For walking in the neighbourhood | |
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She sang the saddest songs | |
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Let's run away, not run to death | |
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What is true? I am truly | |
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I'm falling apart, believe me | |
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There's a little black angel | |
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Mosquitoes may drink my blood | |
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Our love fills the room | |
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I want other thoughts | |
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In the evening I like to walk | |
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From year to year there are | |
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My tent has a hole | |
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The cold lies thick | |
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We went wild, so happy | |
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Are you an angel, am I a dog? | |
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At home, no clothes on | |