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home from her house. Couldn't think of things to say. Walking home from your house. Mercury's in retrograde Even though I couldn't find the words to say. It's understandable hey hey Bumblebee
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. "For hate is strong and mocks the song. Of peace on earth, good will to men" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep. "God is not dead nor doth, He sleep. The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
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swings don't swing the parks been dead for years how do you. Know the last swing weren't your last for good hard book on freaks fresh summer. Peach creased magazine sugar chocolate treat who's to know
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Walking down the street. With some evil in my eye. And some thoughts in my head. That were making me feel high. On my head was a hoodi. In my ears was some bass. Was walking by my dog. When I
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smile. Used and abused, my existence defiled I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse. you'll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled. Back to the grave. I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's
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enjoy, such a pleasure to employ". See your friends walking down the street. See your friends never quite complete. See your friends getting under their feet Oh, I don't want to disease you. But I'm
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You've been taking your time,. And you've been living on solid air. You've been walking the line,. And you've been living on solid air. Don't know what's going 'round inside. And I can tell you
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You've been taking your time,. And you've been living on solid air. You've been walking the line,. And you've been living on solid air. Don't know what's going 'round inside. And I can tell you
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You've been taking your time,. And you've been living on solid air. You've been walking the line,. And you've been living on solid air. Don't know what's going 'round inside. And I can tell you
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Tall and tan. And young and lovely. The girl from Ipanema. Goes walking. And when she passes. Each one she passes goes. Oooh. When she walks. She's like a samba. That swings so cool. And
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starts a riot. They're coming after me. Now, life is not the same. I am one, but sparks turn into flames. Will you take what's in my head. And erase me when I'm dead. Cause the future is now . Now
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Holton Street. Dean Street, click clack. President, uh huh. Nostrand Ave, DP's. Orange Al, RPG's. T-Town, who wanna ride?. Brooklyn, come on, come on Sittin' in' the livin' room on the floor
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vibrations and the rumblin' force. Somebody's out there beating on a dead horse. She never said nothin', there was nothin' she wrote. She's gone with the man in the long black coat. She's gone with the man in
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. Incomprehensible. The hammer falls The hate in me, feeling so empty. The guilt I swallow. Carve the line, skin the face. Stare through me. We'll leave you hollow Wounded, having a loss of feeling. So dead my
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tears in her eyes. Crying to God. She calls out, "Why!?!?". . She'll find her answers. On the face of the oppressed. . I bow my head in respect. Of the dead. Because they're all bogged down. And
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Ooh, always livin' on the outside. Never had no place to hide. Feelin' so alone, I got this thing dead to rights. Ain't givin' in without a fight How the years have flown. Me and the boys we
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Intro. Dre, I see dead people. Yo Dre, thought I was dead. West Coast. . Verse 1. I'm the doctor's advocate, nigga Dre shot cha. Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the
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Intro. Dre, I see dead people. Yo Dre, thought I was dead. West Coast. . Verse 1. I'm the doctor's advocate, nigga Dre shot cha. Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the
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Intro. Dre, I see dead people. Yo Dre, thought I was dead. West Coast. . Verse 1. I'm the doctor's advocate, nigga Dre shot cha. Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the
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memories crush in. I called your name where are you now. It’s just not the same. The old school could make some pains. The bus still arrived late. The boys and girls walking two by two. Just the way we used
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taught that it's me who's the ponce. And I can only act as I've been taught to respond But there's better ways to make ends meet. Than shuffling through life, dead on your feet. But here we are, there
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I. White Lands Of Empathica. . The end. . The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him. Taking him to the white lands. Of empathica. Of innocence. Empathica. Innocence. . Ii. Home
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I. White Lands Of Empathica. . The end. . The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him. Taking him to the white lands. Of empathica. Of innocence. Empathica. Innocence. . Ii. Home
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Day and night. By the window. Of my mind. . There you are. In the courtyard. One last time. . The singing of a famous song I've never heard before. A man without a shadow slowly walking past
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fountains and the sickle and the hammer. And they came with Uncle Romulus with his walking cane and camera. She looked like someone's girlfriend, she looked like a dream. She looked as unlikely as the
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fountains and the sickle and the hammer. And they came with Uncle Romulus with his walking cane and camera. She looked like someone's girlfriend, she looked like a dream. She looked as unlikely as the
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fountains and the sickle and the hammer. And they came with Uncle Romulus with his walking cane and camera. She looked like someone's girlfriend, she looked like a dream. She looked as unlikely as the
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fountains and the sickle and the hammer. And they came with Uncle Romulus with his walking cane and camera. She looked like someone's girlfriend, she looked like a dream. She looked as unlikely as the
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everything you see is just an illusion. Its about to get real, at the bottom of the world. Oh, hey little boy, little boy you look a little frightened. For these awful kind of streets for walking alone. So
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. . Jacob's ghost for the girl in white. Blindfold for the blind. Dead siblings walking the dying earth. . Noose around a choking heart. Eternity torn apart. Slow toll now the funeral bells. . "I need
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. . Jacob's ghost for the girl in white. Blindfold for the blind. Dead siblings walking the dying earth. . Noose around a choking heart. Eternity torn apart. Slow toll now the funeral bells. . "I need
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backs of the white pricks. So ***ing cold. Another death sentence another soul sold. It's all I know. I'm gonna die fast, bitch, you can die slow. I'm a dead man, a ***ing dead man walking. I blew my head
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missing. I wrote a song, go on and listen. That's all you'll hear when I go missing I always get, I always get the things I want I make a nest for your hair. I lay you down, I lay you there. I build a
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. Bang you're dead dead, alouette, here's your silhouette. Je te plumerai la, tete. Je te plumerai la, tete. We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'. We're never gonna, believe in
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your nest. (In your charms) The stories in your head. (It's a crazy bald head). That's what got you dead Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette. Je te plumerai la tête, je te plumerai la
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Bài hát Colors Of The Wind (From "Pocahontas") - Tori Kelly. You think you own whatever land you land on. The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim. But I know every rock and tree and creature