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my high horse. with all the other good little butcher boys. a planiairst of course. so roll over sweet thing. like a nuclear reprisal inbound from outer space. there's a comparison here i'm trying
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We are children of the future. Wonder where this world is going to, going to. We are children of the future. Wonder what in this world we are going to do, going to do. . When they get high
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Jesus calling for His own, His chosen one. It sounds so sweet, the Lord was saying. "Are you lost in sin forever more?" We've strayed so far, from the word of God. This sinful path, too long we've trod
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Verse. Dreams don't work unless you do. Create your future, be your future and fill the future. Chorus. Dreams don't work unless you do. Create your future, be your future and fill the future. Drop
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Rockets launch us to outer space. Far away from the human wasteland. Bringing heaven to other world. Abandoning the home fires of our birth There are fools who believe we can't live here as one
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. Frosted windows in the morn. Woolly jumpers newly worn Friends and family pass around. Presents brought from out of town. Listen to the joyful sounds of morning Trinkets hang upon the tree. Candy canes
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remembered. By the mask they wore years before the future. And the horse falls in the smoke filled riot. The center of a child grows in new disguise And where are the songs from the sane minds?. And where
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bleeds all life away. Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow. Brooks that babble the sounds of torture. Sounds of torture. You will one day rise. To flood the banks of
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within. Flee from reality I'm in a state of confusion. I don't know how to get back. Don't give a damn about the future. I can't remember the past What the hell is going on?. Self-induced insanity. I
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still. When I'm waiting for you to reveal. And from myself, I seem so far away And I admit that when I submit to you. I can see all of the selfish things I do I'm further, further from myself. When
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Armed with wealth. And the best of health. In the future when all's well. I will lie down and be counted. In the future when all's well. . Ooo. I thank you. I thank you with all of my heart
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Here on the edge of the moon. Running from our future. As I look back. Your heart grabs my hand. Asking me. To remember a vow you made. That would always take. Me to the edge of the moon
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Bài hát They Are The Roses - Jessica Andrews. Born with heaven in their eyes. God sent, innocent, the promise of life. Born into this mess we've made. Holding the future and hope of better days
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haunted from the moment, I feared, oh Never forget what it's like. To surrender in your eyes. Holding on till the day you find me So meet me at the end of the world. I'm waiting. Meet me at the end of
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What do I really hear. What is in the ear of my mind. Which sounds are true and clear. And which will never be defined. The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear. Are still inside my head. The kindest
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tiwaiting for the miracle. arleonard cohen . alThe Future. Baby, I've been waiting,. I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time,. I waited half my life away. There were lots of
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tiwaiting for the miracle. arleonard cohen . alThe Future. Baby, I've been waiting,. I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time,. I waited half my life away. There were lots of
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calm. from within or without. our troubled selves how can the clamor. of sounds be stilled?. there is no void where. noices can collect. and be made mute. how indeed. can there be silence when
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are not so gullible. Our great expectations, a future for the good Fornication makes you happy, no escape from society. Natural is not in it, your relations are of power. We all have good intentions
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are not so gullible. Our great expectations, a future for the good Fornication makes you happy, no escape from society. Natural is not in it, your relations are of power. We all have good intentions
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percent of my future sin. I'll cut you in, I'll cut you in Wooden Jesus, where are you from?. Korea or Canada or maybe Taiwan. But I didn't know it was the Holy Land. But I believed from the minute the
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Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all. Hip-hop check it out. It's like that uh and it sounds so nice. Hip-hop, you the love of my life. We bout to take it to the to the to the, check it out. Yo, what
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, they're not done with with you. Did you think you were the only one that's been let down So sleep tight little boys of the new dam. Let the drop in the time with the quicksand Now I send back letters from
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with no future What did the thief say onto the hanging man?. "Here come the hounds, lay your burdens down in advance". Redemption in the slow grind of chance. My grandmother's hands, the pomp and
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I can see the future. Step into tomorrow. I can see the future. Journey to forever I can see the future. Step into tomorrow. I can see the future. Journey to forever Movin' on. And we're movin
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includes a quote from The Streets Of Cairo (Thornton)
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storm passes by Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more. Till the clouds roll forever from the sky. Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand. Keep me safe till the storm
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senses. We are not so gullible. Our great expectations. A future for the good. Fornication makes you happy. No escape from society. Natural is not in it. Your relations are of power. We all have
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tear it apart,. I'm gonna suture up my future. . Thread it, to forget it,. To feel like you've already gone on,. To the rest of,. The rest of the life that you've got,. Tie the loose ends and bury
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Runnin' runnin' from home,. Breakin' ties that you'd grown. Catchin' dreams from the clouds The city sounds burn your soul. Turn your head to the cries. Of loneliness in the night Just like a fly
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down. Lay down the song you strum. And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings. No voice can hope to hum Struck by the sounds before the sun. I knew the night
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With the departure of the Snow Goose,. Fritha no longer visits the lighthouse and. Rhayader is once more alone with the. melancholy sounds of the marshes.
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Born with heaven in their eyes. God sent, innocent. The promise of life. Born into this mess we've made. Holding the future. And hope of better days. 'cause these is nothing more beautiful
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Tonight we run. We can hide in the dark. When the moon steals the light from the dying sun. Oh run. It's a better thing than we have ever done. There's a beast that lives inside you. And it's
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by the gently flowing billows. And watched the golden sunset fade away. And there among the sweet ocean breezes. We talked about our future wedding day. Gathering up the shells from the seashore
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sounds of the waves. And stories of heavenly places. We'll go on our way As far as the stars are from here. We'll travel together my dear. Wherever lovers may go. We'll step out into the good night I