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Buscar Artista
The CranberriesRemember the time, it was on Friday (away) You made me feel fine, we did it my way (away) I sat on your knees, every Friday (away) We walked in fields of golden hay I still recall you We walked in fields of golden hay I see you in the summer Joe Joe I sat on your chair by the fire (away) Transfixed in a stare taking me higher (away) Precious years to remember (away) Childhood fears I surrender (away) We walked in fields of golden hay I still recall you We walked in fields of golden hay I see you in the summer Joe Joe
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