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to learn or know like I know. The info is in Me-O-Mi-O-Why Me-O-Mi-O, Me-O-Mi-O. Me-O-Mi-O, Me-O-Mi-O. Me-O-Mi-O, Me-O-Mi-O. Me-O-Mi-O, Me-O-Mi-O The autobiography of me. Misconstrued thoughts of
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me Check out the tune that the boy brings with him. He got the sound of the downtown rhythm. Blues in the back and he likes my singin'. He's got the sound, he's the downtown king, yeah He's got the
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a sound. It didn't make a sound We sat up all night. While you apologized. And I think you were surprised. To see me smile But all I heard was the sound. Of the freedom bells ringing. I bet you
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ti. ar. al. Welcome to a demonstration. of 3-dimensional sound. In order to achieve. the most convincing effect,. we advise you. to close your eyes. The sound you are about to hear. has been recorded
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There's the faintest light ahead. From the cold into your bed. Begins as the faintest sound. Then from Heaven to the ground. In slow motion comes the wave. Children's eyes light up again. From the
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vision that was planted in my brain . Still remains . Within the sound of silence. . In restless dreams I walked alone . Narrow streets of cobblestone, . neath the halo of a street lamp, . I turned my
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know is what I feel. Music sets me free I don't mind walking in the rain. Ooo, tears of Heaven soothe my pain. Love is the sound that makes me sing. I love to play a melody But you can't hear the
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in your head. Why did summer go so quickly ?. Was it something that you said ?. Lovers walk along a shore. And leave their footprints in the sand. Is the sound of distant drumming . Just the fingers of
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. And I will give the world to you. Speak louder than the words before you. And give them meaning no one else has found. The role we play is so important. We are the voices of the underground. And I would
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). Living in Beverly Hills. "Speed Of Sound" by Coldplay. And birds go flying at the speed of sound. To show you how it all began. Birds came flying from the underground. If you could see it then you'd
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. That I can understand. Hey I never meant that stuff. I want to turn you on. The sound of people getting drunk. A ceiling and a sky. A bank that's full of promises. A telephone that lies. A visit
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. That I can understand. Hey I never meant that stuff. I want to turn you on. The sound of people getting drunk. A ceiling and a sky. A bank that's full of promises. A telephone that lies. A visit
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. That I can understand. Hey I never meant that stuff. I want to turn you on. The sound of people getting drunk. A ceiling and a sky. A bank that's full of promises. A telephone that lies. A visit
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echoes of a heart Coming off the ceiling, rolling down the hall. Through a vacant feeling like a distant call. I hear nothing but the rise and fall Not a sound, then it starts. Something speaks from the
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. . I'll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom. While you are soundly sleeping on the ground. And I'll be your escort in a sad waltz around the room. I'll twirl you all around without a sound
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tiThe sound of silence. arSimon & Garfunkel. alThe Graduate(. The sound of silence-Simon & Garfunkel (&. Hello darkness my old friend. ,,. I've come 2 talk with U again. Because a vision softly
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tiThe sound of silence. arSimon & Garfunkel. alThe Graduate(. The sound of silence-Simon & Garfunkel (&. Hello darkness my old friend. ,,. I've come 2 talk with U again. Because a vision softly
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tiThe sound of silence. arSimon & Garfunkel. alThe Graduate(. The sound of silence-Simon & Garfunkel (&. Hello darkness my old friend. ,,. I've come 2 talk with U again. Because a vision softly
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tiThe sound of silence. arSimon & Garfunkel. alThe Graduate(. The sound of silence-Simon & Garfunkel (&. Hello darkness my old friend. ,,. I've come 2 talk with U again. Because a vision softly
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. Where do you go when no one cares?. Six feet under, underground Standing on the outside lookin'. State of grace, state of sin. Standing on the outside lookin'. I cannot feel a single thing. But the
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round. Turn around. Every now and then I get a little bit. tired of listening to the sound of my tears. Turn around. Every now and then I get a little bit. nervous that the best of all the years have gone
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with the world. And sure of what it means Chorus. At the speed of light you're in endless night. At the speed of sound you don't see the ground. And in your sports car with the windows down. And the
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. Paint the words upon the wall. This is the pulse of fools like you. Who sound so red and turn so blue. The sound of uselessness in slumber. War is over if you want. See the dancer's semen reeling
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are my man. Whenever you reach for me. I'll do all that I can. We're heading for something. Somewhere I've never been. Sometimes I am frightened but. I'm ready to learn. of the power of love. The sound
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out get it come back. underground railroad. gunclaps ta sound. of sirens screamin. count on it im leavin (i say kill it like ya, you say hate it) yeah i got that man fa show but tell em why you had
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State of life-may I live-may I love. Coming out the sky, I name me a name. Coming out-silver word-what it is. It is the very nature of the sound the game. Siamese, Indionese. to Tibet treat the life
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me my nose-ring. (can we be happy?). Show me the mosh pit. (can we be happy?). We can be happy, underground. . Whos got the looks?. Whos got the brains?. Whos got everything?. I've got this
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me my nose-ring. (can we be happy?). Show me the mosh pit. (can we be happy?). We can be happy, underground. . Whos got the looks?. Whos got the brains?. Whos got everything?. I've got this
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It's a lesson too late for the learning. Made of sand, made of sand. In the winking of an eye my soul is turning. In your hand, in your hand. . Chorus. Are you going away with no word of
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the sound of distant drumming. Just the fingers of your hand?. Pictures hanging in a hallway. Or the fragment of a song. Half-remembered names and faces. But to whom do they belong?. When you knew that
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the sound of distant drumming. Just the fingers of your hand?. Pictures hanging in a hallway. Or the fragment of a song. Half-remembered names and faces. But to whom do they belong?. When you knew that
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Save it for the next time. Hands over my head. Faintest sound of lightning. Faintest sound I heard Ill never, no, no. Ill never All around my body. All around my feet. Please they are watching
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Save it for the next time. Hands over my head. Faintest sound of lightning. Faintest sound I heard Ill never, no, no. Ill never All around my body. All around my feet. Please they are watching
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It was the coldest night in Boston in the history of winter. Black outside like a murder of crows. I was 6 days clean and sober with a bottle on the table. I hurt inside but nobody knows One shot
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sound. The rainbow sign, the blended flower. Still have my heart in thrall. The quiet joys of brotherhood,. And love is lord of all. But man has come to plough the tide,. The oak lies on the ground
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sound. The rainbow sign, the blended flower. Still have my heart in thrall. The quiet joys of brotherhood,. And love is lord of all. . But man has come to plough the tide,. The oak lies on the
