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Just outside my window I hear the late September dogs. And I understand their warning I understand their song. Since you left I feel the change in the air. And night after night I'm searching for
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hours. In your house And when the time has come to live again. I shall. And I liked you for 24 hours in your house. And now the time has come to live again. I shall I liked you, but that was before
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Count the hours. Count the hours. I'm waiting through the shallows. Just waiting for a sign. It's dark under the clouds tonight. You know I count the hours. I'm waiting every second. Till you realize
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me, only me, oh. Talk to me, without you, I can't breathe. My darkest hours. Girl, I felt so alone inside of this crowded room. Different girls on the floor, distracting my thoughts of you. I turned
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Can you play me something. Like you just would play? Just outside my window. I hear the late September dogs. And I understand their warning. I understand their song Since you've left. I feel the
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tiIn The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning. arBarbra Streisand. alLove is the Answer (Deluxe Edition). Barbra Streisand - In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning. When the sun is high. in the afternoon
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tiIn The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning. arBarbra Streisand. alLove is the Answer (Deluxe Edition). Barbra Streisand - In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning. When the sun is high. in the afternoon
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Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind. To blow away the veil of time. Slowly now the threads of age. Are starting to unwind. . Queen of the hours, along, along, along. The path of time
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It's late afternoon. Smoke fills the room. The actor sighs. Dogs barkin' outside The night seems the same. It sleeps in the day. The actress cries. For their last goodbyes It's always this way
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never shown. . Time is gonna start. It's never gonna stop. Time is running out. Going into shock. 'cause you're. Too late. Too late. Too late. Oh oh oh oh oh. . Never quite the effort-maker
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tiIn The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning. arBarbra Streisand. alLove is the Answer (Deluxe Edition). Barbra Streisand - In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning. When the sun is high. in the afternoon
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soothing summer's breeze All alone I said no prayers today. I couldn't kneel to please the God that failed you. Now you're gone, I'll sit and spend each day. Hours by the window Morning comes. To my
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Too late. Too late. Too late In this automatic age. We shop through the yellow page. Gone is the corner store. (Gone, gone). There is a supermarket there for you. People give way to change
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Too late. Too late. Too late In this automatic age. We shop through the yellow page. Gone is the corner store. (Gone, gone). There is a supermarket there for you. People give way to change
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. Insomnia relieve. Talk to me, without you. I can't breathe. My darkest hours. Girl, I felt so alone. Inside of this crowded room. Different girls on the floor. Distractin' my thoughts of you. I turned into
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leaves me Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, ooh. Your real world away And beautiful, beautiful bright eyes lie. Only beautiful, oh, beautiful bright eyes cry. Singing late morning lullaby The first sign of
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In the wee small hours of the morning. While the whole wide world is fast asleep. You lie awake and think about the girl. And never, ever think of counting sheep When your lonely heart has learned
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Too Late Too Late Too Late. In this almighty cage We shop through the yellow page Gone is the corner store There is a. Supermarket there for you But feelings remain the same. And itґs too late
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anyone How do you feel when the tables have been turned?. What will you do now the bridges have been burned? 'Cause it's too late now, the magic's lost. Too late now, the spell is broken. Too late now
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lingers on a soothing summer's breeze. . All alone I said no prayers today. I couldn't kneel to please the god that failed you. Now you're gone I'll sit and spend each day. Hours by the window
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And the clock struck fifteen hours ago. It is shining and the man who is wasting on the wall. Looks a lot like Jesus and a little bit resembling. The man in the mirror in the hall And I rose
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get that crazy. I'm never gonna be shot down. You know it takes a lot to faze me. Whenever you're around And you say it's too late. No, the storm's in line, yeah, you contemplate. And you say it's
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late Turn back, we can't turn back the hands of time, oh. It was over the moment that your eyes met mine and now I find. When I'm with you hours seem like minutes. You're my whole world, everything
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Look hard at the darkness and you will see. Just call my name and I'll be there. You cannot touch me, you would not dare. I am the chill that's in the air And I try to get through to you. In my
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When the sun is high in the afternoon sky. You can always find something to do. But from dusk till dawn as the clock ticks on. Something happens to you In the wee small hours of the morning
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After Hours. . Day time surrenders. And the shadows fall. You're cigarette lingers. You spent the night alone. With no one at all. . Another mellow mood. And the silence calls. Another
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Stealing happy hours. Stealing happy hours, yeah. Stealing happy hours. Stealing happy hours, yeah Wait on minute more to ask me. You make me feel like Hank Chinaski. War all the time, war all the time
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' when. But not knowin' when at all. I shoulda been more careful. When I let him rock my boat. I stressin' all day, everyday. Hopin' it's not the case. I hope I'm just Chorus. Late. It shoulda came
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' do. . Well it's late in the evening, and the music's seeping through. . The next thing I remember, I am walking down a street. I'm feeling alright I'm with my boys and with my troops, yeah. Down
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Bài Hát Three Hours. Trình Bày Nick Drake. Three hours from sundown. Jeremy flies. Hoping to keep. The sun from his eyes. East from the city. And down to the cave. In search of a master. In search of
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Words and music by mann/hilliard In the wee small hours of the morning. While the whole wide world is fast asleep. You lie awake and think about the girl. And never ever think of counting sheep