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The lady she had a silver tongue. For to sing she said,. And maybe that's all. Wait for the dawn and we will have that song. When it ends it will seem. That we hear silence fall. . The lady
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Running alone in the crazy city. Look at the face of once were pretty. People then wonder what happened. To make it that way. Listen around you, have you heard?. Climb on the back of a silver
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(difford/tilbrook). . They do it down on camber sands. They do it at waikiki. Lazing about the beach all day,. At night the crickets creepy. Squinting faces at the sky. A harold robbins
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Bài hát Ship To Wreck (Live From BBC Radio 1's Live Lounge) - Florence + the Machine. Don't touch the sleeping pills, they mess with my head,. Dredging the Great White Sharks, swimming in the bed
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I'm a long way from you,. I'm a long way from home. And who cares for the feeling. Of being alone?. The notes and the words. They will always unfold. And I'm left with a manuscript. That will
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We used to say. That come the day. We'd all be making songs. Or finding better words. These ideas never lasted long. The way is up. Along the road. The air is growing thin. Too many friends
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Fifteen years. In the academy. He was like no cadet. They'd ever seen. . A man so hard. His veins bleed ice. When he speaks. He never says it twice. . They call him Judge. His last name is
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Fifteen years. In the academy. He was like no cadet. They'd ever seen. . A man so hard. His veins bleed ice. When he speaks. He never says it twice. . They call him Judge. His last name is
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Fifteen years. In the academy. He was like no cadet. They'd ever seen. . A man so hard. His veins bleed ice. When he speaks. He never says it twice. . They call him Judge. His last name is
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Fifteen years. In the academy. He was like no cadet. They'd ever seen. . A man so hard. His veins bleed ice. When he speaks. He never says it twice. . They call him Judge. His last name is
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Take all the love you're given. Through the gap in the wall. Seal it tight with the light blue ribbon. Then unlock the door. But your ego won't
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(Irish folk song sang by Dusty on her TV show in 1967). . Where Lagan stream sings lullaby. There grows a young man fair. The twilight gleam is in his eye. The night is on his hair. And like a
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Sugartown has turned so sour. Its people angry in their sleep. There's more small-town paranoia. Sweeping down it's evil sheets -. You can tell it's witching hour. You can feel the spirits rise
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There's nothing left for you now except to hang out with the guys. Now everyone can fear you, no one dare look in your eyes. When trouble follows your every move, the description always fits your
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Lay down your head & look to your window. Where do you go when it's not where you're going. And how do you see when the light isn't shining. Where you could be if you worked out the timing. And
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''my shadow follows me. Wherever I should chance to go'',. John the gun did say. ''if you should chance to meet me. As I wander to and fro,. Sad would be your day. . My life is mine and the
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At first I was scared when I opened up my head. And the motor that was running was the mind of you. I was scared when I looked at my reflection. And the shine I saw were the eyes of you. . I was
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Bài hát Rule Britannia - Della Jones, The Royal Choral Society, BBC Concert Orchestra, Barry Wordsworth. When Britain fi-i-irst, at heaven's command,. Aro-o-o-o-ose from out the a-a-a-zure main
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Heard a song the other day. About a major out in space. And though the song was kind of grey. It took me far away. Heard the news the other day. About a sailor oh so gay. And though his
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Love, oh don't we know how can the river flow. Without you. Warming like the sand upon the land. How can we doubt you?. . Dark to me the night and dim the morning light. Tomorrow. How can we
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No I never knew you. We both went to different schools. Me so scared of the rules. You chasing all the girls. Now it seems to me. We never grew up we just got ourselves free. Inventing what we
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Heard a song the other day. About a major out in space. And though the song was kind of grey. It took me far away. Heard the news the other day. About a sailor oh so gay. And though his
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Bài hát Rule Britannia - Della Jones, The Royal Choral Society, BBC Concert Orchestra, Barry Wordsworth. When Britain fi-i-irst, at heaven's command,. Aro-o-o-o-ose from out the a-a-a-zure main
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freedom. You drifted away. To see the sun shining. On someone else's day In the name of United. And the BBC. In the name of Georgie Best. And LSD. In the name of the father. And his wife, the spirit
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Disease! Disease! Spreading the disease. With some help from captain trips, . He'll bring the world down to his knees. Power, yes power! He'll show them all his power. It pulses through his ice
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27th wagon, full of cotton. Was parked outside my chicken shack door. I kept my crib covered up in satin. In case my baby came around for more. . Now I feel, Daddy, somethin's not the same
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Here behind the wall. I feel so small. Breathing but not preceiving. Here anger is me. Love sets me free. Feeling and not believing. . Here in my mind. Biding my time. Waiting but not
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Someone told me there's a grace that leads you straight from place to place. And you always leave the road behind you. You don't need your horses shod, just a dowser and his rod. Leave your
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(j. rotten, p. cook, s. jones, g. matlock). . God save the queen. The fascist regime,. They made you a moron. A potential h-bomb. . God save the queen. She ain't no human being. There is
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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(j. rotten, p. cook, s. jones, g. matlock). . God save the queen. The fascist regime,. They made you a moron. A potential h-bomb. . God save the queen. She ain't no human being. There is
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(j. rotten, p. cook, s. jones, g. matlock). . God save the queen. The fascist regime,. They made you a moron. A potential h-bomb. . God save the queen. She ain't no human being. There is
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(j. rotten, p. cook, s. jones, g. matlock). . God save the queen. The fascist regime,. They made you a moron. A potential h-bomb. . God save the queen. She ain't no human being. There is
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Near by the swelling ocean, . One morning in the month of June, . While feather'd warbling songsters. Their charming notes did sweetly tune, . I overheard a lady. Lamenting in sad grief and woe
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I'm staying out for the summer. Playing games in the rain. The hills and the fortune. Got me fooled again. . You see I work in a factory (I need the money). I don't want to be late (Though I