Ìàòà Õàðè Áëþç

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How Do You Do That?

Words & Music by. Ed Bruce and Donnie Blanz. . At the door at five a.m.. Off to bust my back again. And here you are, kissing me goodbye. Suddenly the day at hand.

Ïåñíÿ Ñòàðîãî Õèïà

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Her Sweet Love And The Baby

Soft rain kissing the fallen leaves night wind harmonizing with whispering trees. Of pretty sounds I've heard the sweetest I think maybe. Is when she sings to the baby.

Ïåñíÿ Î Íåé

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Growing Up

Words & Music by. Ed Bruce and Phil O'Donnell. . Second day of third grade, Three Oaks Elementary. She sat in the first row, I was all the way across the room.

Give More Than You Take

If you wanna keep a love young always show her that you care. Call her through the day to say you love her always thinking of her. Give her just a little more love than you take.

Íåêðîôèëèÿ

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Girls Women And Ladies

There was only me and her and him. The bar was giving last call so I thought I'd move on in. And I was slick and feeling like a man so I took the stool between 'em.

Ïàëîìà - Ïîïñ

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Ever Never Lovin' You

It must be I have always loved you just never knew where I would find you. You've always been the one babe now that I've found you. I can't remember ever never lovin' you.

Ïàëêîââîäåö Êðàññ

Did He Say It Better Than Me?

Words & Music by. Ed Bruce and Dee Moeller. . Were there never quite enough Sundays. Did I leave out a birthday or two. Did I make too much of mere holiday fluff.

Ìàëåíüêàÿ Äåâî÷êà

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Blue Umbrella

Feelings are strange especially when they come true. And I had a feeling you'd be leaving soon. So I tried to rearrange all my emotions. But it seems the same no matter what I do.

Îáëåã÷è Íàì Ñòðàäàíèÿ Áîæå

Blue Bayou

I feel so bad I've got a worried mind I'm so lonesome all the time. Since I left my baby behind on Blue Bayou. Saving nickels and saving dimes working till the sun don't shine.

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After All

There's a parking lot where the corner cafe stood. One of the places we first fell in love. They've built a waterslide on the bluff by the riverside. Where we first fumbled our way into love.

Ïàâëèê Ìîðîçîâ

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