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stone. Rainy nights and hustling boulevards. Parisian music tripping from the bars. Tu cherches quoi?. Rencontrer la mort?. Tu te prends pour qui. Toi aussi tu detestes la vie. Dancing by the restaurants
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dream infectious from a nauseous heart. Choice cut meats from derelict boulevards Hear that lonesome whistle blow. No direction to be known. In a senile revelry A tearful gaze turns away. Emoting cold
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. Just as long as you stay with me. The whole world is my throne. Beyond here lies nothin’. Nothin’we can call our own. Well, I’m movin’after midnight. Down boulevards of broken cars. Don’t know what I’d
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The taste of the wine and the coffee. The cigarette smoke in the air. The grace and the mystery. The pride and the history. Etches on the face of a city so far. Your cafés and your boulevards. The
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drink you off my mind (no). It's the Honky Tonk Women (yeah). Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues. Strollin' on the boulevards of Paris. As naked as the day that I will die. The sailors
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I must admit I'm getting tired. Of sitting on my cloud. Well, heaven's not what I desire. Eternity can wear you out. . So I get lost on busy boulevards. Forget about my mission. Drown in a
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boulevards of Paris. As naked as the day that I will die. The sailors they're so charming there in Paris. But they just don't seem to sail you off my mind (yeah). It's the Honky Tonk women. Give me, give me
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I want to feel is the whiskey in my drink;. start this restless dream. down boulevards of green. The bluest collar. Bursting at the seam. And I got you right where. I want you anyway. Oh I got you
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. Walking down boulevards electric eyes. Would gaze at the waveforms and gasp at their size Let them be lonely and say you don't care. Astroboy, I'm watching the proles on parade. Astroboy, I'm watching
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Simeon. . Do you remember the good years in Canaan?. The summers were endlessly gold. The fields were a patchwork of clover. The winters were never too cold. We'd stroll down the boulevards
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ice. Come to me, care for me. Sing to me, share with me. Give me the night tonight Oh, boulevards of broken dreams. Now, don't be depressed, oh. Now we're together and riding the crest. I'm full
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Hey rusty. `s a long time. Remember. `s like yesterday. Stealing cigarettes. And laughing as they chased us. Down the boulevards. Then I got a job. White collar. Turn coat. You just spun
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Bài hát American Noise - Skillet. Angry words and honking cars. Satellites and falling stars. Distant dark blue radios that whisper down my boulevards. Ghosts and chains rattle in the attic. Broken
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the meaning if only for tonight. . In between the lines and the boulevards. Underneath the sky chasing who we are. Wanting more before it slips away. . Screaming to the stars just to feel alive
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who you are. Keep rolling down your boulevards. Don't get me don't get no "wut". Wut. Girls over here, girls over there. These are the dogs of the world premier. Coming around and loving the sound
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scratch my skin. Cuz you leave me dry. I'm makin' deals with thieves and liars. {chorus}. Walk the roads down the boulevards. Past the dollar shows for the bleeding hearts. You've used me up. Down to the
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tiBoston. arAugustana. Title Boston. Artist Augustana . Album All The Stars And Boulevards. in the light of the sun, is there anyone? oh it has begun. oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and
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good, I guess I should Welcome to Hollywood. Boy, you better live it up before it brings you down. Welcome to Hollywood. Just got a grip on how to get around in your favorite Tinseltown The boulevards
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il poeta da solo e nessuno lo salver. Nel distretto 19 la vita corre svelta tra I palazzi e I boulevards di Parigi. Gli emigrati che ballano ritmi zigani si scolano le nere e le verdi. Lo sdentato
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the meaning if only for tonight. . In between the lines and the boulevards. Underneath the sky chasing who we are. Wanting more before it slips away. . Screaming to the stars just to feel alive
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chiens perdus engendrent des bвtards. Combien d'enfants sans nom j'ai fait sur les boulevards. . А cette heure oщ la ville est une salle d'attente. Pleine de va nu-pieds, de putains, et de tantes
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font partie de la vérité. La vérité étant toujours démodée Si je suis les boulevards,. Je me retrouverai chez moi. Chez moi, tout nu face au miroir. Je jouerai Watertown de Frank Sinatra! Non non non
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porter une robe. Sur les grands boulevards. Sans avoir regardй. Dans un regard d'йgout. Sans avoir mis mon zobe. Dans des coinstots bizarres. Je voudrais pas finir. Sans connaоtre la lиpre. Ou les
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au building. C'est toujours les zonards. Alors, c'est la panique sur les boulevards. Quand on arrive en ville. Quand on arrive en ville. Tout le monde change de trottoir. On a pas l'air viril
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, boulevards to sweat. The smell of gunsmoke more common than cigarettes. WE GOT clicks for wreck. WE LIKE Pits for pets. WE GOT Giants and Jets, the Knicks, Yanks and Mets. WE LIKE much respect and ***
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barbarians. More scary when the whole boulevards carryin. Livin in the world of sin, my ghetto girls and men. Waiting for the world to end. . Chorus 2x. Tryin to paint a perfect picture and excel. In
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our credit cards . And got kicked out of the bars . So we hit the boulevards. Last Friday night . We went streaking in the park . Skinny dipping in the dark . Then had a ménage-a-trois. Last Friday
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tiBoston. arAugustana. Title Boston. Artist Augustana . Album All The Stars And Boulevards. in the light of the sun, is there anyone? oh it has begun. oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and
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Verse 1. Dead-end streets and boulevards. You threw in the towel, I broke your heart. But there's a first time for everything. Who would've thought you'd feel so cold. And all these memories seem so
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tiBoston. arAugustana. Title Boston. Artist Augustana . Album All The Stars And Boulevards. in the light of the sun, is there anyone? oh it has begun. oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and
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dead boulevards again. A nebula of unfinished creatures. From the lifetimes of my friends My how your innocence has depraved me I want to be a machine. I want to be a machine. I want to be a machine
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. Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone. . The boulevards of cypress trees, the masquerade of birds and bees. The petals pink and white, the wind has blown. Won't you meet me out in the moonlight
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our credit cards . And got kicked out of the bars . So we hit the boulevards. Last Friday night . We went streaking in the park . Skinny dipping in the dark . Then had a ménage-a-trois. Last Friday