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From: Collins Crapo
Smokey Robinson & the Miracles:
miracles made real
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night
You know you're right just to hold her tight
He soothes it right, makes it out of sight
In miracles made real
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night
You know you're right just to hold her tight
He soothes it right - makes
miracles made real.
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night.
You know you're right just to hold her tight.
He soothes it right - makes it outtasite.
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jilly loves you more than you will know,
Wo wo wo
Oh bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for
Robinson, Smokey Robinson
Freddie Jackson, everything, everything
Smokey Robinson, Ashford & Simpson
Set the party, really set the party off right
Yes it
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds
Clinton's musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin' and skankin'
Przewidziałem przyszłość jak The Simpsons
Mam duszę jak Smokey Robinson
Przewidziałem przyszłość jak The Simpsons
Zawsze Stone jak Fred Flintstone
miracles made real
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night
You know you're right just to hold her tight
He soothes it right, makes it out of sight
miracles made real
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night
You know you're right just to hold her tight
He soothes it right, makes it outtasite
miracles made real
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night
You know you're right just to hold her tight
He soothes it right ,makes it outta sight
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
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miracles made real.
Like a bird in flight
hot sweet night
you know you're right
just to hold her tight
he soothes it right
makes it out of sight
you don't want it with me
You can talk but soon we gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Tony, come on)
You couldn't son me if my father
clowns than the Motown, they puttin' critical
The gun smokey, Robinson, you need a Miracle
Go back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical
When
Waa-aah, at Smokey Joe's Café
Waa-aah, at Smokey Joe's Café
One day while I was eating beans (at Smokey Joe's Café)
Just sittin', diggin' all them
gonna be, well well well well)
Smokey Robinson
Freddie Jackson
Everything, everything
Smokey Robinson
Ashford & Simpson
Set the party, really set
(William "Smokey" Robinson)
John Henry was born
At the crack of dawn
His mama named Henry
And a daddy named John
His daddy predicted that
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