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My patience hampers the evil that hallucinates the light. The eye of the ephemera is warning me watch out the life. I see into the spike, this isn't the usual way to die. I've always thought that
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more Get out of here, get out of here. Do I make myself clear?. Pack up, give in, go home, get out I used to be a dreamer. But I realized that it's not my style at all. In fact it becomes clearer
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more Get out of here, get out of here. Do I make myself clear?. Pack up, give in, go home, get out I used to be a dreamer. But I realized that it's not my style at all. In fact it becomes clearer
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more Get out of here, get out of here. Do I make myself clear?. Pack up, give in, go home, get out I used to be a dreamer. But I realized that it's not my style at all. In fact it becomes clearer
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Rainbows are gettin' back in style. There's sunshine everywhere. And I'm learning how to smile The only time it rains, is to cool things for a while. But since I met you, I can't forget you. The
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Ultraviolet. Radio light. To your solar system. On a beam of light This is telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication Laser beam. Coming through the night. To
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Ultraviolet. Radio light. To your solar system. On a beam of light This is telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication Laser beam. Coming through the night. To
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Ultraviolet. Radio light. To your solar system. On a beam of light This is telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication Laser beam. Coming through the night. To
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welcome home my boy. Last night I dreamed of Heaven and it filled my heart with joy I heard the angels singing songs of peace and rest. And then there was a silence, each eye looked toward the west
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These hoes don't love me, they love my Benz. Love my rims, love my style. These fiends don't love me, they love my coke. Love my dope, love my ink These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me
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bleed with 'em. As I plead with their eyes all night. So if you see me walkin' down the street. You'd better get out of the way. And put on your eye glasses. 'cause I'm gonna take your eyes home with
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. (Through the night on a red eye, red eye) I can't understand, I don't understand it. The visions in my head. I just can't make sense of it. I can't understand, I don't understand it. The visions in my
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swam with the crocodile. Snacked-eye taught me the moyo style. Sucked and weaned on chicken bile. I'm the lover of the bayou, yeah Well, I learned the key to the master lock. I learned to float in
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to me. But all the while I was dreaming of revelry. Gonna run baby run like a stream down a mountainside. With the wind at my back I won't ever even bat an eye. Just know it was you all along who had a
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to me. But all the while I was dreaming of revelry. Gonna run baby run like a stream down a mountainside. With the wind at my back I won't ever even bat an eye. Just know it was you all along who had a
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Bài hát My Mind's Eye - Wynners. I sit here everyday looking at the sky. Ever wondering why I dream my dreams away. And I'm living for today in my mind's eye. Things are clearer than before. Showing
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Bài hát Naughty (Matilda Original Broadway Recording) - Sophia Gennusa. Jack and Jill, went up the hill. To fetch a pail of water, so they say. Their subsequent fall was inevitable. They never stood
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. As I plead with their eyes all night So if you see me walkin' down the street. You'd better get out of the way. And put on your eye glasses. 'Cause I'm gonna take your eyes home with me
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. As I plead with their eyes all night So if you see me walkin' down the street. You'd better get out of the way. And put on your eye glasses. 'Cause I'm gonna take your eyes home with me
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. As I plead with their eyes all night So if you see me walkin' down the street. You'd better get out of the way. And put on your eye glasses. 'Cause I'm gonna take your eyes home with me
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eye. The magic of the melancholy tear in your eye It makes it kind of quiver down in the core. Dreamin' of the Saturdays that came before. And now you're stumblin', stumblin' onto the heart of
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eye. The magic of the melancholy tear in your eye It makes it kind of quiver down in the core. Dreamin' of the Saturdays that came before. And now you're stumblin', stumblin' onto the heart of
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