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Searching in the darkness, running from the day. Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say. Victims of the moment, future deep in doubt. Living in a whisper until we start to shout We're creatures
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sounds like the beat of my heart. (Thump thump, so good. Don't stop). Dreamin of you. (Get up, get up). (Get up, get up). (Get up, get up). Dreamin of you. (Get up, get up). (Get up, get up). (Get up, get
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Falling from my life deep to the sea. Drowning from living to the depths of me. Like the water that burns in my lungs. And the light that slowly fades above me. I'm bleeding rivers and they
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song Center Of The Universe (Original Radio Edit) - Axwell. The shadow of your smile. Under the open skies. As I close my eyes. I can feel the wind arise. . We're made of star dust. Our lives
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again. The sounds of trumpets. Flowing through my head. So rare I'm walking on air. . Melody of love. Sing that song for me yeah. I want to hear somebody sing. Melody of love. Oh take me away
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new friends. And I wept, and I wept. Did you really think that I'd just stand in line. Wait around for you until whatever time you like. I took the pieces of a broken heart. And I had no choice
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Bài hát Boogie Wonderland - Earth, Wind, Fire, The Emotions. Dance, boogie wonderland. Ha, ha, dance. Boogie wonderland. Midnight creeps so slowly into hearts of men who need more than they get
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Midnight on the hill I heard the thunder fill. The stillness of the night. It hit me like a slap, you're never comin' back. From the stillness of the night. It was never black or white, neither
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(Rossi / Young). . Riding on a big white butterfly. I turned my back away towards the sky. I closed my eyes to look for something. Saw myself as really nothing. Then I realised my butterfly
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(Rossi / Young). . Riding on a big white butterfly. I turned my back away towards the sky. I closed my eyes to look for something. Saw myself as really nothing. Then I realised my butterfly
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(Rossi / Young). . Riding on a big white butterfly. I turned my back away towards the sky. I closed my eyes to look for something. Saw myself as really nothing. Then I realised my butterfly
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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Do you really wanna go on like this. Do you really wanna go on like this. Do you really wanna go on like this. Get to the bottom of the well. Do you really wanna go on like this. Do you really
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This generation rules the nation with version. Music happen to be the food of love. Sounds to really make you rub and scrub I say, pass the Dutchie pon the left hand side. Pass the Dutchie pon the
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All hail to the Lords of the Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the music in their story All hail to the Lords of the Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the lands of ancient
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dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle. By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle. Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church. Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds
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dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle. By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle. Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church. Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds
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Groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay. The high potent, super charged spiritual lyrical miracle of a man. Damn, you can't understand the fulfillment of the prophecy. The epitome, the legacy of
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Groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay. The high potent, super charged spiritual lyrical miracle of a man. Damn, you can't understand the fulfillment of the prophecy. The epitome, the legacy of
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The battle is over. And the sands drunk the blood. All what there remains. Is the bitterness of delusion Circle of the Tyrants The immortality of the gods. Sits at their side. As they leave the
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of my heartbeat sounds like a symphony. Played by a cemetery. in the center of Queens You said, remember that life is. Not meant to be wasted. We can always be chasing the sun!. So fill up your
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. . So just sit back and try to enjoy it. Don't spoil the mood by moaning about it. So just sit back and try to enjoy it. All because we left it to the last minute. . Global warming sounds alright
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' where I've been, just ask me where I'm goin'. 'Cause I won't be ashamed to tell ya. I live my life knowin' all the roads ahead of me. Are filled with peace and love Every step so heavenly, you'll fall
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out of the way, out of the way. Into the pain, out of the, out of the way. Out of the way, out of the way It will be better, into the womb. The heels of her letter, into the womb. If we forget her
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heard and delusive. Words as a cares enchanting. Arousal, beauty and emotion. Like silver breeze stroke. That lovesome and silent words. Melodies sounds out of his lips. And people listen to the
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Song Every Grain Of Sand - The Blind Boys Of Alabama. In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need. When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed. There’s a dyin
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From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear. In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place. At the table of your love I got the brush off. At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the
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From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear. In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place. At the table of your love I got the brush off. At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the
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tiHyperBallad. arBjork. alPost. Sing By Bjork. Make ByGacktChoi. we live on a mountain. right at the top. there's a beautiful view. from the top of the mountain. every morning I walk. towards the
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story book. And I told my heart that we gotta take one look. I imagine both me and you, doing what lovers do. Holding hands in the park making love girl after dark. The sounds of the birds and the bees
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story book. And I told my heart that we gotta take one look. I imagine both me and you, doing what lovers do. Holding hands in the park making love girl after dark. The sounds of the birds and the bees
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What good is the dawn. That grows into day. The sunset at night. Or living this way For I have the warmth of the sun. (The warmth of the sun). Within me at night. (Within me at night) The love