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| 1. |
| 2:54 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:20 |
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| 3. |
| 2:23 |
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| 4. |
| 3:09 |
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| 5. |
| 2:50 |
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| 6. |
| 4:03 |
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| 7. |
| 2:29 |
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| 8. |
| 2:27 | 
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I used to know a pretty girl
Who cut off all her hair The scissors flew among her curls And curls were everywhere I gathered up her fallen locks And carried them away And put them in silver box And keep them to this day Song, sing, birdy with the wing You perfect circle sun The grown ups get to make the rules And we have all the fun Yes, we have all the fun But now I am in love with you And I hope that you will stay And to prove that my love is true I'll throw the curls away And to prove that my love is true I'll throw the curls away Song, sing, birdy with the wing Perfect circle sun The grown ups get to make the rules And we have all the fun Yes, we have all the fun |
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| 9. |
| 3:05 |
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| 10. |
| 4:42 |
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| 11. |
| 3:28 |
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