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. (He's the keeper) Hanging without a cloud. Hoping to draw a crowd. If he's willing to take a chance. Come on people, make a stance From tiny acorns grow. All kinds of seekers. And where are they
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When I first saw you, I saw love . And the first time you touched me . I felt love and after all this time . You're still the one I love Mmm. Yeah . Looks like we made it . Look how far we've come my
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tiThe Flood. arTake That. al. The Flood. Take That. Standing, on the edge of forever,. At the start of whatever,. Shouting love at the world. Back then, we were like cavemen,. We'd beam at the moon
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slowly part?) What are we gonna do with you?. Same tale every time. (Do they keep those final kisses) What are we gonna do with you?. Come on inside, looking back is for the birds. (In their tiny
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Song Sucker - Mott The Hoople. Hi there your friendly neighbourhood . sadist want to take you for a ride. Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry. Two tiny purple hands crawling out
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Song Sucker - Mott The Hoople. Hi there your friendly neighbourhood . sadist want to take you for a ride. Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry. Two tiny purple hands crawling out
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em, giữ em trong giấc mộng ngày còn ấm êm. Một hàng mi lấm lem, ngả lưng bên nỗi buồn chẳng thể đong đếm. Pre-chorus. Chân trời xa vắng đưa con tim em đi về đâu, . Sóng xô muồn trùng, đẩy đưa tháng năm
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gets me. You're timeless. A little glamour. With a little wine you're my tiny dancer. You're the calm. You're the steel. When my mind starts spinning those wheels. You're the only one. The only one who
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. Sẽ đau khi cách xa nên anh chẳng thể. ĐK. Vì anh chẳng muốn thấy em khóc. Càng không thể nói cho em biết. Tình yêu này vẫn cứ vẹn nguyên như ngày đầu tiên. Vì anh sợ mất thứ duy nhất. Muốn giữ em thật
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. A seashore was painted on the shade. It would turn around when you switched on the bulb. And gently rock the waves. . The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells. A fig tree stood in the
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A ray of hope flickers in the sky. A tiny star lights up way up high. All across the land, dawns a brand new morn. This comes to pass when a child is born A silent wish sails the seven seas. The
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thank God that we've finally got. Peace in our time They're lighting a bonfire. Upon every hilltop in the land. Just another tiny island invaded. When he's got the whole world in his hands And the
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a full-blooded city boy. Into a full-blooded city man If they could face it. I could take it in their eyes. Oh I know I'd make it. Their tiny minds. And sacred cows, just fake it. Oh if only
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a full-blooded city boy. Into a full-blooded city man If they could face it. I could take it in their eyes. Oh I know I'd make it. Their tiny minds. And sacred cows, just fake it. Oh if only
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a full-blooded city boy. Into a full-blooded city man If they could face it. I could take it in their eyes. Oh I know I'd make it. Their tiny minds. And sacred cows, just fake it. Oh if only
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Tongues are clacking words of one vision. One tiny incision and teeth are cracking. . on thin air, on thin air. And teeth are cracking on thin air. Pulled to bits--in silence. left rotting on
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Verse 1. Might not be the time to break the silence. Might not be the place to reel you in. But lemme catch all your tears like tiny diamonds. Might be the last time you’ll fall for this again
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TRÔNG NHƯ THẾ NÀO. HÚ Á HÀ A Á. KHÔNG ĐÂU ANH CẦN EM CỞI MỞ THÊM 1 CHÚT NỮA. Điệp Khúc . NẮM ĐÔI TAY LẠI GẦN NHẸ ĐƯA LÊN MÔI EM. THÌ THẦM BẢO HÔM NAY ANH TRÔNG NHƯ THẾ NÀO. VỚI ĐÔI MẮT QUYẾT RŨ CHIẾM
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Do the laughs die when. One such as I run. And allow myself. Time for own true needs. When convincing me. That you're on my team. May not lie to me. But not mentioning. . So sit back and
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(Yo I'm being serious). Yo, it's the wild wild west. You came to the right place my man. Get ready, here we go. . New *!. Welcome my friends to the old saloon. Everyone in town is hangin
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). Terry bozzio (drums) Flies all green and buzzin'. In this dungeon of despair. Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes. And scratch their matted hair. A tiny light from a window-hole. A hundred yards