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. And I yearn to go once again. Back to my girl down in Port of Spain. In Mandalay at a gay cafe. In the wee little hours of morn. When guitars and violins end their play. With a hymn to the goddess of
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alone, drilled the pain with money to buy How he makes his getaway. How he makes his getaway Oh he chose a path, heavy the fall, quarter to four. Fills his nights with the love of a girl How he makes
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it alone, drilled the pain, with money to buy. How he makes his getaway. How he makes his getaway. Oh he chose a path, heavy the fall, quarter to four. Fills his night, with the thought, of a girl
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. Hours with the Devil to understand just what you need. So I wake in the street and I call out your name. Shout to the sky come on. . Come on let it rain. Let it rain down on me. Let the rain fill my
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be from the woods. But them hours . don't sound so good. What do you do in here . barroom. It ain't true. it ain't true, . Linda Lou. Say it ain't true, . Linda Lou. It ain't true. it ain't true
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the love that will save me. So I wait for the hours that will lift me. So I wait for the eyes that will tell me I am whole, I am whole. And I wait for my life to be changed with one look, one touch I
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When the only sound in the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. . When the moon so long has been gazing down. On the wayward ways of
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Bài hát Visiting Hours - Ed Sheeran. I wish that Heaven had visiting hours. So I could just show up and bring the news. That she's gettin' older and I wish that you'd met her. The things that she'll
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24 Hours Is Not Enough - SunMi (Wonder Girls). i shib sa shigani mojara . neowa hamkke isseumyeon . neowa nuneul matchumyeon . i shib sa shigani mojara . naega neoreul manjigo . niga nareul
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Verse 1. In your eyes, there's a heavy blue. One to love, and one to lose. Sweet divide, a heavy truth. Water or wine, don't make me choose. Pre-Chorus. I wanna feel the way that we did that summer
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the carnival). Let them play for hours. Tonight the weather feels so right. Tomorrow (tomorrow) feels like showers - notes. Gut string guitar by barry chance
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the carnival). Let them play for hours. Tonight the weather feels so right. Tomorrow (tomorrow) feels like showers - notes. Gut string guitar by barry chance
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In the winding down hours. I let your heart down again. (What did I do to make a scene so gory?). (I'm no better than the ones before me) Old habits die hard. I always end up hating the end
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When the only sound in the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. . When the moon so long has been gazing down. On the wayward ways of
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undertaker drew a heavy sigh seeing no one else had come,. And a bell was ringing in the village square for the rabbits on the run. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam, were
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. And drab the hours all spent on killing time again all waiting for the rain You fracture me your hands on me a touch so plain so stale it kills. You strangle me entangle me in hopelessness and prayers
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time A pebble beach, we're underneath. Pier just been painted red. Where I hear the news for the first time And all the friends lay down the flowers. Sit on the banks and drink for hours. Talk of the
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crushing load. Whose forms are bending low. Who toil along the climbing way. With painful steps and slow. Look, now for glad and golden hours. Come swiftly on the wing. O rest beside the weary road. And hear
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into trouble. Oooooo. Heavy Metal Lover. Oooooo. Heavy Metal Lover. I could be your girl-girl-girl-girl-girl-girl. But would you love me. If I ruled the world-world-world. Oooooo. Heavy Metal Lover. Whip
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wrong. You took the breath right out of me. Now you'll find it in the early hours. In a lover's song I lay my head down on fine linens and satin. Away from the mad-hatters who live in Manhattan. The
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so heavy. But don't they flow like the breeze through your mind. When nothing appears in a hurry. To make up for someone's lost time. REPEAT CHORUS. And somehow I've learned how to listen. For a
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against a tumbling wall. Wrapped in a cloak to shield me from the bitter cold. The solitude weighed heavy on my mind. As I turned my face into the rain. . The mist rolled down across the countryside
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sunken lands?. The mud and tears melt the cotton balls. It's a heavy toll. Oh oh. His words are cruel and they sting like fire. Like the devil's choir. Oh oh. But who will hold her hand in the sunken lands
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If you're traveling in the north country fair. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was the true love of mine. . If you go when the
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going now to Chicago down that lonesome road. Going to Chicago down that lonesome road. Wanna see Eddy Boyd he will carry my heavy load. Five o'clock in the morning I got no place to go. Five o'clock in
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undertaker drew a heavy sigh seeing no one else had come,. And a bell was ringing in the village square for the rabbits on the run. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam, were
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whole hours in. When I woke hard. I woke heavy with the live or parts. Hook
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town. Holding the ocean down. We were half this heavy and twice this loud. So turn up the noise. Dressed to the nines. Running with the boys. Your hand in mine. Singing every song, loving every line