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as much to blame?. Now it's become clear to me but only lately. The ground is removed underneath Shout it from the brink, you're louder than you think 21st century kid is surrounded by illusion and
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nations of europe in the 16th century. . Hide your wives and daughters, hide the groceries too. The great nations of europe comin through. . The Grand Canary Islands first land to which they came
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eighties. My, my how time does fly. Just around the corner is a brand new century Now we'll keep the fire burnin'. And this old world will keep spinnin'. 'round and 'round, and around. Yes we'll keep
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It's only been an hour. Since he locked her in the tower. The time has come. He must be undone. By the morning. . Many times before. The tyrant's opened up the door. Then someone cries
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The sky turns grey and fades to dark. The leaf hangs in mid air. An open window lets in the cold. Time stands like a century (I feel you). . There's nothing left but everything remains. To
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always changing. - My favorite view of this world. As he died, he will return to die in me again. Weaving the cloth, giving birth to the Century Child. Who gave his life not for the world but for me
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dead to the world. . Dead, silent, constant. Yet always changing. - My favorite view of this world. . As he died, he will return to die in me again. Weaving the cloth, giving birth to the Century
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dead to the world. . Dead, silent, constant. Yet always changing. - My favorite view of this world. . As he died, he will return to die in me again. Weaving the cloth, giving birth to the Century
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dead to the world. . Dead, silent, constant. Yet always changing. - My favorite view of this world. . As he died, he will return to die in me again. Weaving the cloth, giving birth to the Century
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Bài hát 20Th Century Blues - Noël Coward. Twentieth century blues. Are getting me down. Blues —. Escape those weary. Twentieth century blues. Why,. If there's a God in the sky,. Why shouldn't He grin
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dead to the world. . Dead, silent, constant. Yet always changing. - My favorite view of this world. . As he died, he will return to die in me again. Weaving the cloth, giving birth to the Century
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dead to the world. . Dead, silent, constant. Yet always changing. - My favorite view of this world. . As he died, he will return to die in me again. Weaving the cloth, giving birth to the Century
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