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Bài hát Below My Feet (Live From Red Rocks, Colorado) - Mumford & Sons. You were cold as the blood through your bones. And the light which led us from our chosen homes. Well I was lost. And now I
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I'm a member of an ape-like race at the * end of the 20th century. This film's a thriller of the mind. Will we destroy our homes, release ourselves from the weights of gravity. I'll be
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. Leaving our homes so lonely and drear. Then do we wonder how others prosper. Living so wicked year after year Farther along we'll know more about it. Farther along we'll understand why. Cheer up my
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life is sometimes hard Wives of farmers decorate their homes with precision. Wives of farmers dont have time to watch television. Wives of farmers pick their kids up at the bus stop. Wives of farmers
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homes but the Belfast wall. In Walkman sounds hear Sony control. . Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe. Mother of the free but we just scream. . Mother of the free she said that we'd
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he made a call to the president. subtle and sweet, but the animals cry. for all your phones and freeways. loaded homes insured and safe i don't need what you need i got nothing to sell to you. if
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Rafters A Vate,. Fixed And Spinning Late. There Is A Certain Fear. Even Light With Control. Lights Outside Our Homes. Wait For Every Tear. So Exit The Fall. And Now It's Over. Your Learning. It's All
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Ive seen las chicas (heo). Ive seen las chicas (are you ready). Ive seen las chicas Thats right Ole (homes) ole (homes) ole (haha - Im in miami) U lalalalalalalala REFRAIN 1. Im in miami. And the
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homes are poverty. And the whole world ignores the robbery. Bought my girl pretty rocks when she's mad at me. Tear-drop shaped, uh, perfect Clarity. It shocks, so many are killed annually. 'Cause of
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bunnies do with you,. If you know what I mean. Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents. Homes in the South of France. Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters. And teach them how to dance. Let's get
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. From their homes. You're not alone. Lights come on. As you lay your weary head on their lawn. . Parking lots. Cracked and growing grass you see it all. From offices to farms. Crosses flying high
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no homes they call us smelly refugees. . We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth. Through' cracks in the pavement there weeds will grow. The places you don't go. . This cut-price dairy
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All along, we follow blindly. Force fed prime time, previewed nightly. Why would anybody leave the safety of their homes? I wonder why, I wonder why. Only disasters flood the headlines, other
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homes. The tired and weary rambler's bones and stay beside me where I lie. She's entwined in me, crazy as can be Yeah, but she's all right with me You know she's all right, she's all right with me
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no homes, they call us. "Smelly refugees" Ah ah ah ah ah. Ah ah We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth. Through cracks in the pavement. (Aaa). There weeds will grow. The places you don't go
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HOMES!!. Some might say we're all to blame. THE OUTSIDE'S SO UNKNOWN!!!. I don't want you to complain. . I can't find the answers to save humanity. I can't fight the anger. Here's a resignation
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I'm discontented. With homes that are rented. So I have invented my own Darling this place is. A lover's oasis. Where life's weary chase is unknown Far from the cry of the city. Where flowers
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land of the free and the home of the brave? Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,. Between their lovd homes and the wars desolation. Blest with victry and peace, may the heavn rescued land
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. Building dreams in front of their homes. Then I let go everything into another dimension, yeah
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no homes they call us smelly refugees. . We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth. Through' cracks in the pavement there weeds will grow. The places you don't go. . This cut-price dairy
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The Demon comes but must be called. Comes to all the sleeping homes. He breaks the night and lifts their drones. Demon comes but must be called The Demon calls to me at length. Demon has no other
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place under fire. Tonight in the heartland. And bankers are taking the homes. And the land away There's a young boy closin' his eyes. Tonight in the heartland. Who will wake up a man with some land
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have a home. It's funny how many don't know. How many don't have homes. oooooh
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Fathers at the office, nightly working all the time. Trying to make the secretary change her little mind. And it bothers him to read about so many broken homes. Blame it on those rolling stones Blame it
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, passed back and forth. He huffs glue to escape their bitter homes,. He's just one, of desperate ranks, who can't break free from,. . The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Merica
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their lost homes. Shuffle to the ruins. From the levelled plain. To search among the tombstones When the angels fall. Shadows on the wall. In the thunder's call. Something haunts us all. When the
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couples. In matching lamb turtle-neck sweaters. Reading ideal homes magazine. Yeah!. . Wanna be, wanna really be what my friends pretend to be. Be it in my own good time. Being kind to myself till I
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. From their homes. You're not alone. Lights come on. As you lay your weary head on their lawn. . Parking lots. Cracked and growing grass you see it all. From offices to farms. Crosses flying high
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-----------------. I forget how it started. But everyone knew of the cause. Hard out of the sun with a vengeance. And all was then lost. They crawled into homes. And yet all of the old ways
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While I held you with our undry eyes. Happy years pass by, it's okay to cry After all in the end. Just pretend Well, it's sticks and stones and broken homes. That taught us how to smile After all
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on the Stones. . Father's at the office, nightly working all the time. Trying to make the secretary change her little mind. And it bothers him to read about so many broken homes. Blame it on those
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-----------------. I forget how it started. But everyone knew of the cause. Hard out of the sun with a vengeance. And all was then lost. They crawled into homes. And yet all of the old ways
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behind. Here in and of the dark, our city, it's streets and walls. Here we live, we are, inside our homes and malls I walk across the dead train yard,. Remembering who we are. I look inside and in my
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ugliness we must put an end. Before we leave we must make a stand. . Mortgage people you crawl to your homes. Your security lies in your bed of white foam. You act concerned but then why turn away
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your face. Billboard's quoting things you'd never say. You hang your head and pray For Jesusland. Jesusland Miles and miles and the sun goin' down. Pulses glow from their homes. You're not alone
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The Demon comes but must be called. Comes to all the sleeping homes. He breaks the night and lifts their drones. Demon comes but must be called The Demon calls to me at length. Demon has no other