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Father. It's not time to make a change,. Just relax, take it easy. You're still young, that's your fault,. There's so much you have to know. Find a girl, settle down,. If you want you can marry
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me your poem. For I know now, I'm a puppet on this silent stage show. I'm but a poet who failed his best play. A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending. To each of his poems. "
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poet who failed his best play. A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending. To each of his poems. "
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poet who failed his best play. A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending. To each of his poems. "
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Bài hát My Father's Father - The Civil Wars. I hear something hanging on the wind. I see black smoke up around the bend. I got my ticket. I'm going to go home. The leaves have changed a time or two
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Spend all your time waiting. For that second chance. For a break that would make it ok. There's always some reason. To feel not good enough. And it's hard at the end of the day. I need some
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Way down among Brazilians. Coffee beans grow by the billions. So they've got to find those extra cups to fill. They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil. . You can't get cherry soda. 'cause
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Is it wrong to be alone?. An adventure of my own. A celebration of myself and me. Discovering what I can be. The half a couple fantasy Oh, luck is on my side. I celebrate my life. Don't try to
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outta sleep and a rise to a place of authority in the earth the whole earth waits for the manifestings of sons let us be the ones let us be the ones. Chorus. More of you is what we need None of us
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baby take my hand now. Remember when we used to say now. It's where it all began. It's where we always hide it You're tired of being disregarded. You wonder why you're broken hearted. We've been
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,. To field where he fell. Barrows he fears less than a single farewell. Why kneels a man,. On ruins of one throne,. When blood of her sons did build it alone. . First to reave, blood cleanse the
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Jesus, King of my heart. Father, my peace and my light. Spirit, the joy of my soul You are Jesus, to You none compare. Father, I rest in Your care. Spirit, the hope of my heart You are The
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my horse and I'll ride the northern plain. To wear the color of the greys and join the fight again. I'll not rest until I know the cause is fought and won. From this day on until I die I'll wear my
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We've taken care of everything. The words you hear, the songs you sing. The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one. We work together, common sons. Never need to
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one can recognize, in disguise. Someone called out my name. They thought of taking pictures, autographs, then they ***. My joy has turned to pain. . Father always told me. You won't live a quiet
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one can recognize, in disguise. Someone called out my name. They thought of taking pictures, autographs, then they ***. My joy has turned to pain. . Father always told me. You won't live a quiet
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Written by neil diamond. . Dear father. We dream. We dream. We dream. While we may. . Who are we to need. We need. We need. While we wait. While we wait
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. Of an old fashioned waltz As they dance round the floor. And there's no one else there. And the world is no more and there's never a care. By the perfect lagoon where the nightingale calls. With
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Bài hát Birth Of An Empire - Sophie Ellis-Bextor. It's simple and eternal. The sum of where we're made. Across the land we circle. Inside is where we're raised. As nations keep on marching. As
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. I foresee a holocaust. An angel of death descending to destroy the human race. . Down, down, deep undergound. A great disaster. . In the sixteenth century there was a french philosopher. By the
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It's an instrumental number off the A Shot at Glory album
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my life. The green fields of Amerikay, they daily are calling. It's there I'll find an end to my misery and strife. So pack up your sea stores now, consider it no longer. Ten dollars a week isn't very
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starts. With a question mark. But the distant future will not tell Bury me an angel. Set my black soul free Blackened chariots, bearing evil souls. Ride the surface of burning holes. Nocturnal
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{Spinning complacently in the darkness. Covered and blinded by a blanket of little lives. False security has lulled the madness of this world. Into a slumber, wake up!. An eye is upon you
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fear like meeting an old friend". "Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!". . "In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way". "Your praying is in vain It'll all be over
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This is. The day that I. Give myself up cold The dust of ages. Settles on your days. An' so you shake your coat off. An' get on your way Bloodshot and tremblin'. A new day has begun The dust of
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stars. You've given me some guiding light. But there comes a time when a father and a son. Can no longer be as one. . It took me so long to recover. From the pain of having denied the love I once
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keys. Every night I am burning to make love to you But don't try to tell me you think it's all physical. It goes much deeper than that You ought to know it's an affair of the heart. It's an affair of
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prophecy. Now you've got something to die for. Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre. Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day. Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy
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below. And you can call it love. If you want Beholden now I find myself awake. Waiting on the edge again. You sleep so sound with your mind made up. Drinking from your cup of broken ends With a
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Aiyyo Jay yo Jay, check this out. I was born. Son of Byford, brother of Al. Bad as my mamma and Run's, my pal. It's McDaniels, not McDonald's. These rhymes are Darryl's, those burgers are
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place. On top of evil. There's an innocent face. On top of evil. He puts an innocent face. She was just like a spider. Only twice as smart Kindness was a thread. She used to weave my world apart
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where you came from. And the crowd begins to wander. And they cry to see your face. It's in the water,. It's in the story of where you came from. Your sons and daughters. In all their glory it's gonna
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Now woman, don't you feel sad when you see your life go round. And you realise you've been drinking all of your years like wine?. You're gambling with time and you know you just can't win. But
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work together, common sons. Never need to wonder how or why. . We are the priests. Of the temples of syrinx. Our great computers. Fill the hollowed halls. We are the priests. Of the temples of