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prison bus. This is it, the apocalypse. Whoa. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones. Enough to make my systems blow. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Whoa
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. . I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus . This is it, the apocalypse . Whoa . . I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones . Enough to make my systems blow . Welcome to the new age
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. I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus. This is it, the apocalypse. Whoa. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones. Enough to make my systems blow. Welcome to the new age, to the
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chemicals. I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus. This is it, the apocalypse. Whoa. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones. Enough to make my systems blow. Welcome to the new age, to
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in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus . This is it, the apocalypse . Whoa . I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones . Enough to make my systems blow . Welcome to the new age, to the new age
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and me on an empty street at night. It's never ending - stop pretending. I got a message for you - for you. Like a b. i. t. c. h from the golden age. Get ready to go - apocalypso. Back in the basement
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. . Have you been like a mammoth sometimes?. Do you know what you felt?. Dare you speak about the social crimes?. You can feel the ice melt. . Maybe tomorrow. Stone age arrival. Maybe tomorrow. I'll
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my TV screen. To my color eye This is telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication Video screen. Silver page. With a new calibration. For the nuclear age This is
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my TV screen. To my color eye This is telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication Video screen. Silver page. With a new calibration. For the nuclear age This is
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my TV screen. To my color eye This is telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication. Telecommunication Video screen. Silver page. With a new calibration. For the nuclear age This is
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tiSix Feet Under. arMarion Raven. alHere I Am. offset500. Marion Raven - Six Feet Under. Album Here I Am. Six feet under, under my skin. There's a battle I know I can't win. You invade me and I
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hand in the hand of the man. From Galilee My momma taught me how to pray. Before I reached the age of seven. When I'm down on my knees. That's when I'm closest to Heaven. Daddy lived his life, two
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I've been trying for so long. Trying to forget. The ports of northern africa and the man I met. He said he had a daughter. Maybe I could meet her. He thought I was a trader. Oh, that was how I
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Bài hát Set Fire To The Rain - Adele. I let it fall, my heart, . And as it fell you rose to claim it . It was dark and I was over . Until you kissed my lips and you saved me . My hands, they're
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the ball. My own true love was the flower of them all. He's young but he's daily growing. At the age of fifteen. He was a married man. The age of sixteen, a father of a son. The age of seventeen
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turned to orange and the room went spinning round. . At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never. Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep
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You wore a little cross. Of gold around your neck. I saw it as you flew between my reason. Like a raven in the night time when you left I wear a chain upon my wrist. That bears no name. You
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your raven hair and sing that song. Again to you. You did not even wince,. You thought I was the prince. To come and take you from your misery. And lonely castle walls. Ah, take me back again
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past?. And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom. It whispers no, this will be the last. And the wind cries Mary
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past?. And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom. It whispers no, this will be the last. And the wind cries Mary
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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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carry roses. And make promises by the hours. My love she laughs like the flowers. Valentines can't buy her. In the dime stores and bus stations. People talk of situations. Read books, repeat quotations
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started with a bank in Colorado. In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid. And his age and his size took the teller by surprise. And word spread of Billy the Kid. . Well he never heavy. Yes, he always
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apocalypse whoa . Chorus . I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones . Enough to make my systems blow . Welcome to the new age, to the new age . Welcome to the new age, to the new age . Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive
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. This is it, the apocalypse. Whoa. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones. Enough to make my systems blow. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Whoa, whoa, I'm
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bus . This is it, the apocalypse . Whoa . I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones . Enough to make my systems blow . Welcome to the new age, to the new age . Welcome to the new age, to the new age . Whoa
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. This is it, the apocalypse . Whoa . I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones . Enough to make my systems blow . Welcome to the new age, to the new age . Welcome to the new age, to the new age . Whoa, whoa
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. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones. Enough to make my systems blow. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive. Whoa, whoa
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I pretend that I know where I'm going. I pretend I know where I came from. Or the fear will engulf me completely. I chose to waltz this bridge of sighs Act my age in an age of indifference. I'm
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Song Trouble - Duff McKagan. Trouble always follows me . But trouble ain't a bad place to be . I'll get my * by it, if I can . But I stand on my own, and I'm . my own man . The only age I know is
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. They all say, "Darling, what did you do for those pearls?". What? I am a good girl. The age I adore, the day, oh, no more. Breakfast Polo Launch and pools at the shore. The Chateau for cocktails, The
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the past. With this crutch, its old age and its wisdom. It whispers, "No, this will be the last. " And the wind cries Mary.
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the past. With this crutch, its old age and its wisdom. It whispers, "No, this will be the last. " And the wind cries Mary.
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journeyed to the south. And the North Americas with ease. In their ships with painted sails To them East Africa was a neighbor. Across a short strait of sea miles. The great Egyptian age is but a remnant
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journeyed to the south. And the North Americas with ease. In their ships with painted sails To them East Africa was a neighbor. Across a short strait of sea miles. The great Egyptian age is but a remnant