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There are some who can still remember. All the things that we used to do. But the days of our youth were numbered. And the ones who survive it are few Oh, I can still see the smiling faces. When
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There are some who can still remember. All the things that we used to do. But the days of our youth were numbered. And the ones who survive it are few Oh, I can still see the smiling faces. When
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The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat. Loud in the silent approach of the dawn. He glanced through the window at mist on the lake. Which hung like a shroud in the still of the morn. The
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I'll tell you what I will miss. California and horses,. Down by the sailboats where we waded in,. The feel of the world in my hands, in my hands,. The feel of the world in my hands. And still so
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The fountain runs quiet. Through the emerald steps and lavender air. The statues praise the beauty of hers. Flowers bloom around her marble breasts. . Silver drops of the open night sky. Light
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I'll tell you what I will miss –. California and horses, . Down by the sailboats where we waded in, . The feel of the world in my hands, in my hands, . The feel of the world in my hands. . And
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Bài hát Đồng Hồ Tuyết - Trương Vĩnh Đạt. Flames of fire, burns the sky. In the blackened night, I hear the. Ancient cry saddened tears, falls from above. Storms of grief, embrace my soul. Through the
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I'll tell you what I will miss. California and horses,. Down by the sailboats where we waded in,. The feel of the world in my hands, in my hands,. The feel of the world in my hands. And still so
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Day Of The Dead (Audio) - AJ Hoge. I arrive in Guatemala on The Day of the Dead, November 1st. I’m curious about this holiday, so I go. to the cemetery to see what’s happening. What I find is quite
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You're so young and you know so much. Heaven help us all from the tales you tell. You're so old and innocent as Hell. How I love your questions, you queen of the new year Oh, you're so young and
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. Didn't anyone hear? Mother, mother, mother Hush child go to sleep. It's only the sound of a gun. Hush child go to sleep. It's only the sound of a gun Looking out my bedroom window. I remember early
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anything, or anyone. Chorus. If the end of the world was near. Where would you choose to be?. If there was five more minutes of air. Would you panic and hide. Or run for your life. Or stand here and spend
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Song Ruin (Live Album Version) - Lamb of God. The knowledge that seeking the favor of another. Means the murder of self. This is the resolution. The end of all progress. The death of evolution. It
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Tender words of love that once came easy. Now seems strained and insincere. Could this be the beginning. The beginning of the end, yeah You don't tell me that you love me. And your kisses seem
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Talk to me. Want my love. Talk to me. But not that stuff. You ain't enough. Using my love. You call for me. Again I see. In the heat of the night. (You lose your heart and sell your soul). I lose
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In the still of the night as I gaze out of my window. At the moon in its flight, my thoughts all stray to you. In the still of the night while the world lies in slumber. Oh the times without
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Written by steve byrd, ricki & kim wilde. . (light of the moon. ). . You can't touch it. It won't let you near. You can't hold it. Cos it will disappear. You can't keep it. It don't belong
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The bells of St. Mary's. Ah! hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea And so, my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out. Ring
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Listen, to the wisdom of the ages. Listen, to the words of many sages Live each day, as if it were your last. It's written in the stars, your destiny is cast. And that hourglass, runs too fast no
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Judy walking down the highway. You're coming into your home. As you drown in your pool of madness. You're never gonna be alone. That's why i'm here. Look up child, and love your savior. The
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And all the drugs in the world. Can't save us from ourselves. Victims with the saddest hearts. Passing by the grace of God. There by the grace of God With grace we will suffer. With grace we
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Night time sharpens. Heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes and stirs imagination. Silently the senses. Abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist, the notes I write. For I compose the music of the
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Memories start to fade, only a gray thought of something. Was it even me?. All the scars remind me I was somewhere. Forgotten you were so don't dare to rise. Stay in your tomb, whoever you were
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shoot through the night like a shot gun. I'm gonna get on down, I wanna get on down I'm the king of the mountain. I'm the king of the mountain Listen, don't try to save my soul from destruction. I'm
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of our own lies the alphabet of the free As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember them?. As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember
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Bài hát Song Of The Sea (Lullaby)(From "Song Of The Sea") - Nolwenn Leroy. Hush now, mo stóirín . Close your eyes and sleep . Waltzing the waves . Diving in the deep . Stars are shining bright . The
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Wasting away the better part of the day. In the bus on the docks of the UK. We walked down the street on that all Hallows Eve. But couldn't wait to get back to the US of A The torture of eight
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There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains. And a wheel in perpetual motion. And they follow the races and pay out the gains. With no show of an outward emotion And they think it will
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"The Sound Of Silence". Hello darkness, my old friend,. I've come to talk with you again,. Because a vision softly creeping,. Left its seeds while I was sleeping,. And the vision that was planted in
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answer. Is the silence of God. . And it'll shake a man's timbers. When he loses his heart. When he has to remember. What broke him apart. And this yoke may be easy. But this burden is not. And the
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Now I'm a union man. Amazed at what I am. I say what I think, that the company stinks. Yes I'm a union man. . When we meet in the local hall. I'll be voting with them all. With a hell of a
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Song The Ghost Of Al Capone - John Cooper Clarke. In a marble room I was alone. Somewhere in the heart of rome. Through gardens long since overgrown. Down old arcades of broken stone. I met the ghost
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like an angel to the sun. My feet are burning and I *** into another world With the lord of the boards, you'll come and get around. With the lord of the boards, you'll come and get around. With the
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tiThe Nature of Reality. arOasis. alDig Out Your Soul. Oasis - The Nature of Reality. The nature of reality. Is pure subjective fantasy. Space and time and here and now. Are only in your mind
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tiThe Nature of Reality. arOasis. alDig Out Your Soul. Oasis - The Nature of Reality. The nature of reality. Is pure subjective fantasy. Space and time and here and now. Are only in your mind
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tiThe Nature of Reality. arOasis. alDig Out Your Soul. Oasis - The Nature of Reality. The nature of reality. Is pure subjective fantasy. Space and time and here and now. Are only in your mind