Who originally wrote the song "Why Can't We Be Friends?"
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Who originally wrote the song "Why Can't We Be Friends?"
Smashmouth recently did it, also a version they sung with Reel Big Fish. But who originally penned it...and/or made it famous years ago.
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That was done by War, was it not?
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“The most beautiful thing we can experience in life is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: for his eyes are closed.” - Albert Einstein
“The most beautiful thing we can experience in life is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: for his eyes are closed.” - Albert Einstein
EXACTLY... War... confirmation IN THE BAG... i just asked this question 4 days ago to a friend lol...
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Mike Tyson?
Michael Jackson, singing to Boy Scout Troop #131...
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“The most beautiful thing we can experience in life is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: for his eyes are closed.” - Albert Einstein
“The most beautiful thing we can experience in life is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: for his eyes are closed.” - Albert Einstein
