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| 2:28 | 
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I'm sticking with you
'Cos I'm made out of glue Anything that you might do I'm gonna do too You held up a stagecoach in the rain And I'm doing the same So you're hanging from a tree And I made believe it was me I'm sticking with you 'Cos I'm made out of glue Anything that you might do I'm gonna do too There're people going into the stratosphere Soldiers fighting with the Cong But with you by my side I can do anything When we swing, babe, we hang past right and wrong I'll do anything for you Anything you want me too I'll do anything for you Oohoh I'm sticking with you Oohoh I'm sticking with you Oohoh I'm sticking with you |
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| 2. |
| 5:09 | 
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| 3. |
| 7:10 |
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| 4. |
| 2:54 |
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Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning and I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning, Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning |
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| 2:46 |
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