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ancient tongue. For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys. Puts shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door. With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral
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we're walking down the street of dreams The dead beats and the dispossesed. The seekers of unlikeliness. The beauty walk on and on. With the beast tomight (chorus) Down the street of dreams. We walk
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hours 'til dreams come true. Add to the number of kisses, it's up to you. Moonlight Cocktail - need a few. Cool it in the summer breeze. Serve it in the starlight underneath the trees. You'll
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. For the night is God's cathedral. Which one enters at twilight. . And occasionally when needed. Some stars will leave the evening skies. And for a short while dwell amongst us. In the dreams of
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embraces. Over the sea on the island of dreams. . High in the sky is a bird on a wing. Please carry me with you. Far far away from the mad rushing crowd. Please carry me with you. . Again I would
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embraces. Over the sea on the island of dreams. . High in the sky is a bird on a wing. Please carry me with you. Far far away from the mad rushing crowd. Please carry me with you. . Again I would
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I walk along the street of sorrow . The boulevard of broken dreams . Where gigolo and gigalette . Can take a kiss without regret . So they forget their broken dreams . You laugh tonight and cry
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concrete. Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street. No more running, no more hiding in the house of the dead. I think I'll grow some dreads. . I believe in the sanctity of dreams. No more running from
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concrete. Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street. No more running, no more hiding in the house of the dead. I think I'll grow some dreads. . I believe in the sanctity of dreams. No more running from
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Love laughs at a king, kings don't mean a thing on the street of dreams. Dreams broken in two can be made like new on the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold's up there on
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Love laughs at a king, kings don't mean a thing on the street of dreams. Dreams broken in two can be made like new on the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold's up there on
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Bài hát The River Of Dreams - Billy Joel. In the middle of the night. I go walking in my sleep. From the mountains of faith. To a river so deep. I must be looking for something. Something sacred I
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Bài hát The River Of Dreams - Billy Joel. In the middle of the night. I go walking in my sleep. From the mountains of faith. To a river so deep. I must be looking for something. Something sacred I
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Spoke the Queen of Dreams. I was Lord of the Forest. Walked within her paths. Sheltered within her bowers. Pine needles for my pillow. The dove my only true friend. I was Lord of the Forest
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1. I walk along the street of sorrow -. The boulevard of broken dreams -. Where Gigolo and Gigolette -. Can take a kiss without regret -. and so forget their broken dreams. 2. You laugh today
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. . One of these days they're gonna call it the blues. Johnny Panic. I get excited by the news of today. . Johnny Panic And The Bible Of Dreams. What seems unstable may be able to stay. Johnny Panic
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River of dreams take me with you tonight. Lying in your arms we'll drift to. Islands of wonder that gleam and glow. Under the stars. As we glide through the dark. To the heart of the night
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Bài hát River Of Dreams - Hayley Westenra . River of dreams, take me with you tonight. Lying in your arms we'll drift to. Islands of wonder that gleam and glow under the stars. As we glide through
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Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the street of dreams Dreams broken in two. Can be made like new. On the street of dreams Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold. Is in the
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Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the street of dreams Dreams broken in two. Can be made like new. On the street of dreams Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold. Is in the
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along. By the river of dreams. . In the middle of the night
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (while the orchestra plays like it or not, motorhead rummages on stage
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your ring. I should hate you, the whole night through. Instead of having sweet dreams about you Sweet dreams of you. Things I know can't come true. Why can't I forget the past, start loving someone
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Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the street of dreams. Dreams, broken in two. Can be made like new. On the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold. Is
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Bài hát Girl Of My Dreams - The Moffatts. You are the girl of my dreams. In my heart I believe. You are the girl of my dreams,. Baby, of my dreams. All alone in my room. Wishing that you were here
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?. She picks up her apron in little girl-fashion. As something comes into her mind. Slowly starts dancing rememb'ring her girlhood. And all of the boys she had waiting in line. Oh, such are the dreams
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (roy sings melody) All. Boooooh
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (jimmy carl, motorhead, roy & bunk are reunited by dons sentimental
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along. By the river of dreams. . In the middle of the night
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I was thinking of a series of dreams. Where nothing comes up to the top. Everything stays down where it's wounded. And comes to a permanent stop. Wasn't thinking of anything specific. Like in a
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I was thinking of a series of dreams. Where nothing comes up to the top. Everything stays down where it's wounded. And comes to a permanent stop. Wasn't thinking of anything specific. Like in a
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I walk along the street of sorrow. The boulevard of broken dreams. Where gigolo and gigolette. Can take a kiss without regret. So they forget their broken dreams You laugh tonight and cry
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I wander the streets. And the gay crowded places. Trying to forget you. But somehow it seems That my thoughts ever stray. To our last sweet embraces. Over the sea on the island of dreams High in
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I was thinking of a series of dreams. Where nothing comes up to the top. Everything stays down where it's wounded. And comes to a permanent stop. Wasn't thinking of anything specific. Like in a
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) The planet of my dreams. The earth, my earth. Is bulging at the seams. The earth, my earth. It's full of many schemes. And as the sunlight beams. The glory of our sciences. And militant alliances