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Each night in some cafe. I'm on display until the dark, turns into dawn. Up upon the stand, singing with the band. While the music plays on Each night is just a long. And there where song until
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Each night in some cafe. I'm on display until the dark, turns into dawn. Up upon the stand, singing with the band. While the music plays on Each night is just a long. And there where song until
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When the world has turned. Paralyzed and wrong. Cold-blooded claws never offer. Anything at all Past the point of love. Shattered and untied. Waiting to pick up the pieces. That make it out
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Each night in some cafe. I'm on display until the dark, turns into dawn. Up upon the stand, singing with the band. While the music plays on Each night is just a long. And there where song until
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. Only pieces of the night. And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd. If you let your feet get trampled on. When the music is that loud. But you wanted to be where you are. But it looked much
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. Only pieces of the night. And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd. If you let your feet get trampled on. When the music is that loud. But you wanted to be where you are. But it looked much
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, or so people say. But now this emptiness haunts me every day We seek the lion's share never knowing why. Come alive spread your wings and fly Pieces of eight, the search for the money tree. Don't
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incapable of,. So dear, let me hold you near,. While we treasure every measure,. So that time can never change. The strange new music of love. . . . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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incapable of,. So dear, let me hold you near,. While we treasure every measure,. So that time can never change. The strange new music of love. . . . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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incapable of,. So dear, let me hold you near,. While we treasure every measure,. So that time can never change. The strange new music of love. . . . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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incapable of,. So dear, let me hold you near,. While we treasure every measure,. So that time can never change. The strange new music of love. . . . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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, you and me. We'll pick up the pieces, uh-huh Somebody yelled out at me, country music and company. Kind of makes it in a Sunday afternoon. Picnic lunches of yesterday should still have a place in
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, you and me. We'll pick up the pieces, uh-huh Somebody yelled out at me, country music and company. Kind of makes it in a Sunday afternoon. Picnic lunches of yesterday should still have a place in
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And I could see it clearly. Once when you were here with me. And now somehow. All that's left are pieces of a dream And now I'm lost. In restless nights. Just a whisper of the life. That we
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And I could see it clearly. Once when you were here with me. And now somehow. All that's left are pieces of a dream And now I'm lost. In restless nights. Just a whisper of the life. That we
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Like pieces of a dream. All shattered on a screen. Reflected in the shade. (Reflected in the shade). Explore this new landscape Like pieces of a dream. Disturbingly surreal. (Disturbingly
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tiPieces of Dreams. arBarbra Streisand. alWhat Matters Most - Barbra Streisand Sings the Lyrics of Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Pieces of Dreams. Little boy lost. In search of little boy found. You go on
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tiPieces of Dreams. arBarbra Streisand. alWhat Matters Most - Barbra Streisand Sings the Lyrics of Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Pieces of Dreams. Little boy lost. In search of little boy found. You go on
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. Could leave you further astray. And as for fishing in streams. For pieces of dreams. Those pieces will never fit. What is the sense of it. Little boy blue. Don't let your little sheep roam. It's
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. Could leave you further astray. And as for fishing in streams. For pieces of dreams. Those pieces will never fit. What is the sense of it. Little boy blue. Don't let your little sheep roam. It's
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You got me holding on, holding on, holding on. To the pieces of a dream. You got me holding on, holding on, holding on. To the pieces of a dream Before you go, I'd like to say. You give me so
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parts. But I guess, I threw the best parts away. Away, away Lord, the pieces of my life. They're everywhere, they're everywhere. And the one I miss most of all. Is you and you know who Lookin' back
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Pieces of 79 and 15. Drifting along a jumbly scene. Pieces of 79 and 15. Drifting along a jumbly scene. . 79. Out of work people. Sitting on top of a barberous pole. Strippers who like it and