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Song Ghettoway Car - The 69 Eyes. I wasn't born for this drab city life. Never gonna work from nine to five. A voice telling me deep inside. I don't belong to this world of suit and tie. Who lives
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weekend we were in love). . Home among these mountain tops can be so awfully dull. A thousand miles from the tide. Put photos on the walls of New York shopping malls. Distract me so I stay
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There was a sound split all the heavens apart. In the northern view out in a southern spark. Oh, I will be with you running from the rain. When it reaches the end of the line See myself reflected
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Our days are running thin. Our hops will start to fall. I can feel the world collapse around me from within. And the letters keep coming by to let us know when time will die. And please god will
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Stand at the curbside and watch the world go by. In this town no one looks you in the eye. Where is the place not driven on by time?. Where's the city of dreams, a city made of light? Where people
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Headin' out of the city life,. Suitcase full of dreams. Trying to find some kind of memories. That didn't hold a distant scheme. Something she said I can't remember. But I answered her in turn
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Headin' out of the city life,. Suitcase full of dreams. Trying to find some kind of memories. That didn't hold a distant scheme. Something she said I can't remember. But I answered her in turn
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, it's peaceful as can be. And there the world below don't bother me, no, no So when I come home feeling tired and beat. I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet. I'll get far away from the hustling
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, it's peaceful as can be. And there the world below don't bother me, no, no So when I come home feeling tired and beat. I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet. I'll get far away from the hustling
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, it's peaceful as can be. And there the world below don't bother me, no, no So when I come home feeling tired and beat. I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet. I'll get far away from the hustling
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Incomprehensible Angeline y' know you have rendered me unseen. And I would cry a million smiles for my Indian city queen And your crystal colored cardboard bins attack me from the paint. And I think that I am
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nation, it left a dreadful track. From Oklahoma City to the Arizona line,. Dakota and Nebraska to the lazy Rio Grande,. It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down,. We thought it was
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. Don't lose time looking in my eyes. Not every tear means you're gonna cry From the bottom of my heart. Comes a cold dark feeling. There is nothing but dust. In the layers I'm peeling From the bottom
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"Don't that man look pretty". The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity". Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city. I was the king if the alley
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clubs, the late night shows. Where you get your money no one knows. From home, girl, from home, girl You run a big expensive car. You come and go like a movie star. And with your money you could stray
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rubdown. You're so cute, I'm so mean. The way you hold your guitar, really gets me. I can show you tricks, that you ain't never seen" Sick City, nobody to love you. Oh but sometimes, I can taste you
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tiThe River (Feat. M. Shadows And Synyster Gates). arGood Charlotte. alGood Morning Revival. Good Charlotte - The River. (feat. M Shadows & Synyster Gates from Avenged Sevenfold). As I walk
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