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. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony. ***
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
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(Roger Taylor). . There once was a king of paris. There once was an emperor of brazil. There was maybe a loch ness monster. There once was a buffalo bill. Now you can search the whole wide
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Song Sawing On The Strings - Alison Krauss. Way back in the mountains. Way back in the hills. There used to live a mountaineer. They called him fiddlin' Will He could play 'most anything. And
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(Roger Taylor and Nicholas Evans). . Between men, between horses there is mistrust and fear. And it's only got deeper with the passing of years. We know this from paintings we know this from
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of that fast boat to Sydney I said, listen to me, baby, I gave up the lovin' trade. I'm tired of all this runnin', jumpin', playin'. But you're like it down under the world with the Australian girls
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(Roger Taylor). . God help us all we're a nation of haircuts. How can you ever stand tall in a nation of haircuts. We don't make ships and we don't make cars. But we look real good hanging out
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(Roger Taylor). . God help us all we're a nation of haircuts. How can you ever stand tall in a nation of haircuts. We don't make ships and we don't make cars. But we look real good hanging out
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Dear, when you smiled at me, I heard a melody. It haunted me from the start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! went the strings of my heart. . Was like a breath of spring, I heard
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(Roger Taylor). . Collect your senses and your wits. What you've left of your mind. All the so called modern caring virtues. Are the moral teaching you can find. So let's turn on the TV
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The look of love. Is in your eyes. A look your smile can't disguise. The look of love. It's saying so much more. Than words could every say. And what my heart has heard,. Well, it takes my
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Catfish pie in gris gris bag. I'm the lover of the bayou. Mark your doorstep with a half wet rag. I'm the lover of the bayou. Raised and swam with the crocodile. Snake-eye taught me the Mojo
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Bài hát Shape Of Love (Live From The Factory Theatre In Sydney) - Passenger . I only came inside to get out of the rain,. And by the looks of things she may well have done the same,. But I swear I
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heroin. . Better real live bleeding fingers. Broken guitar strings. . I climbed all the way inside. Your tragedy. I got behind. The majesty. . Of the different shapes. In every note. The
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, resounding from the lyre's strings?. A cry rang on in the sibilant winds. A behest, the outcry of the cranes
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(Roger Taylor). . I used to think I was a loser. And all I did was bound to fail. To be a shaker and a mover. Keep the bad guys on your tail. Everybody wanna get to the top af the heap sometime
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(Roger Taylor). . Maybe it's just a feeling, every time we meet. But you hit me right out of the blue from all those people out on the streets. And if one time you told me that you loved me
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(Roger Taylor). . I went to the ukraine. They don't have much to eat. No sugar on the table. But the people stay sweet. I've been to the third world. They've got nothing but hope. Through the
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(Roger Taylor). . It's been a long time comin' -. Now it's time to dance. By the golden thread of circumstance. You're destiny come dressed as chance. We've been a long time comin'. To this
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bleeding fingers. And broken guitar strings I climbed all the way inside. Your tragedy. I got behind. The majesty Of the different shapes. In every note. The endless tapes. Of every word you wrote
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men share a joke. I run to grasp divining signs. To satisfy the hoax. The yellow jester does not play. But gently pulls the strings. And smiles as the puppets dance. In the court of the crimson king.
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of scratch. And he rides with me from town to town. We only run for the money got no strings attached. We set 'em up and then we shut 'em down. Tonight tonight the strips just right. I wanna blow
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