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Stop this runaway car. I wanna get off, I wanna go back. If I left you there then I left it all behind 'Cause all I'm feeling now. Is the weight of the world bearing down. I don't have answers to
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villagers point out the spot. And the willows droop over the door. Where poor mary died, once a sweet village bride. From the winds that blow across the wild moor.
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And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?. I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right. But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor?. Whose darkness deepens
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. Circling pictures of you The time you sailed on. Under the diamond eye. Or for a dolphin who for a song had. Crossed night. To bring back your bride Under a warm Tuscan sun. No cliff was too steep for
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They took old Danny Boy for a ride from the arms of his bride to be. Threw him into the murky waters by the dog biscuit factory. Quick dry the tears and stifle cheers as he sinks just like a stone
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dreams, wishes and a prayer. Knowing soon the one he loves will join him there. Over and over now he dreams of his bride to be. Over and over he prays that the life they find is what he hoped it would
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Clouds so swift, rain won't lift. Gate won't close, railing's froze. Get your mind off wintertime. You ain't goin' nowhere Ooee, ride me high. Tomorrow's the day. My bride's gonna come. Oh ho
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mind if it's only conjecture. They tried to tell me their's was the right way. I tried to shout that was a lie. I felt so sick I spat in their lifestyles with a runaway pride Untouched by unhuman
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silence to end Is there any point shifting the blame?. Is there any point chasing a runaway train? Well, I can't live without the attention. I feel lost, got no direction I'm waiting for the silence to
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He use to sing his songs to his Sara Jane,. The folk singer,. His songs filled with love made the mountains ring,. To the folk singer,. At first Sara Jane was to be his bride,. But as his fame
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and joy is all blown up. What would the loved ones say. The bride and boy are barely grown up. You`re not my particular poison. I`ve got nothing against you myself. You could have been a danger to
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. Out of the storm, come on in out of the rain. Out of the storm. . You try to slow down, but you loose control, like a runaway. A voice in your mind, lets you know, this feeling's here to stay
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like I do, no one knows you,. My little runaway. Just let my voice be your escape. It's not too late. Just know there's a way out. Be still my little runaway. It's not the end, my runaway. Too big, too
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tiHollywood. arThe Cranberries. alTo The Faithful Departed. OH. Ive got a picture in my head (in my head). Its me and you , we are in bed (we are in bed). Youll always be there when I call (when I
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Announcer All aboard. Watch your step people. Last call for the nightmare express. hahahaha I found myself slipping away. Just this side of dead. I woke up in a box car. I wasn't in my bed I
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twelve and one. I cried, My God, what have I done?. I've killed the only man I love. He would not take me for his bride. And only say that you'll be mine. In no others' arms entwine. Down beside where the
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my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow I am puzzled as the newborn baby. I am troubled as the tide. Should I stand amid the breakers?. Or should I lie with death my bride?. Swim to me, swim to
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my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow I am puzzled as the newborn baby. I am troubled as the tide. Should I stand amid the breakers?. Or should I lie with death my bride?. Swim to me, swim to
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my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow I am puzzled as the newborn baby. I am troubled as the tide. Should I stand amid the breakers?. Or should I lie with death my bride?. Swim to me, swim to
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Five A. M. Rise and shine. To feed the baby before he starts to cry. No rest, no time to play. 15, the mother is a runaway. No time for dreams or goals. Pressure is so strong. Her body she
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Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift. Gates won't close, the railings froze. So get your mind off wintertime. You ain't going nowhere Ooooo ride me high. Tomorrows the day my bride's gonna come
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tiHollywood. arThe Cranberries. alTo The Faithful Departed. OH. Ive got a picture in my head (in my head). Its me and you , we are in bed (we are in bed). Youll always be there when I call (when I
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