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ចំណងជើងអង្កត់ធ្នូ
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The Queen Of Austin
At A Truck Stop At Three In The Mornin. Sometimes You Can See Things So Clear. The Direction Your Whole Lifes Been Goin. And The Lost Dreams You Once Held So Dear. I Parked My Old Rig By The Diner. An
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Sinners And Strays
We Ride Through The Driedup Arroyos. We Ride Through The Rain Sleet And Snow. We Ride The North Wind From Alberta. To The Deserts Of Old Mexico. Were The Burr Under Each Others Saddles. Sometimes We P