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This is the Sunday Morning Listen, a radio show in my head. We wake up to Quando, Quando, Quando and Know that Humperdinck's question's been answered. Not of old songs but old times, this is reminding me of old,   Like jeepneys en route to heaven, but the passenger detoured. This is the Sunday Morning Listen,your sound is still in my head.
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 10:07 PM UTC
The Sunday Morning Listen
This is the Sunday Morning Listen, a radio show in my head. We wake up to Quando, Quando, Quando and Know that Humperdinck's question's been answered. Not of old songs but old times, this is reminding me of old,   Like jeepneys en route to heaven, but the passenger detoured. This is the Sunday Morning Listen,your sound is still in my head.
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 10:07 PM UTC
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