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When The Fog Rolls In. Train. Driving over the bridge to give you my kiss. I know you don't love me, I know it ain't easy!. Friends become lovers, and lovers lose friends. That's when the fog rolls
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And all the other voices said. Change your mind you're always wrong. Always wrong, always always wrong Come around at Christmas I really have to see you. Smile at me slyly another festive compromise
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Driving over the bridge to give you my keys. I know you don't love me. I know it ain't easy. Friends become lovers. And lovers lose friends. That's when the fog rolls in. Oo oo oo, I'm losing
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. Voices of Babylon, streets of London. Back to the people that we know so well. Space and time removed too soon to tell. Just a product of imagination. Patiently we wait for our turn to come. A small
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dries. Where infinity will greet these earthly confines And where are the songs from the sane minds?. And where are words from the sound mouths?. I can't understand how they silence the voices. That
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mystery of us. I use to think when you were gone. I would still hear voices in the halls I can feel the red rain on me. I can see you shaking when I kiss. You still hit me like a buzz. Seventeen and
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people I meet. So turn on the noise hit yourself in the face. Well I've got the card to beat your ace Voices, what do you want of me. Voices, which way do I turn. Voices, nightmares and mind games
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Frank zappa (guitar). Ian underwood (electric piano). George duke (electric piano, vocals). Jeff simmons (bass, vocals). Aynsley dunbar (drums). The phlorescent leech and eddie (vocals
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Hunger for the sleep I know will never come. Crowded is the space but don't have anyone. I could read the bible to drown out the hum. Avoid the voices of the chord. All the roads inside my head loop
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Bài hát Spirit Voices - Paul Simon. We sailed up a river, wild as a sea. Slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree. And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical
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We sailed up a river, wild as a sea. Slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree. And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical, meant to be sung. Songs from the
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bullets. Face full of pale. Eyes full of empty. A stare full of nails. The roulette ball, rolls along on the wheel. A mind full of fire. And a fistful of steel And if the vibe was suicide. Then you
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be Ever just the same Ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure The sun will rise Ever just the same And ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure As the sun will rise Tell as old
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the other guys were out playin' with the football. I was home bangin' on the keys. And it got me Right where I am. This is me. Playing the piano. Hope ya like what I do. It's for you. And I'll