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SEBASTIAN, spoken. Percussion. Strings. Winds. Words. (Sung). There you see her. Sitting there across the way. She don't got a lot to say. But there's something about her. And you don't know why. But
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. Won't you try to help me?. Sat on your sofa, it's all broken springs. This isn't the place for those violin strings. I try out a smile and I aim it at you. You must have missed it, you always do. But I've
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Percussion, strings, winds, words. There you see her. Sitting there across the way. She don't got a lot to say. But there's something about her. And you don't know why. But you're dying to try. You
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Chip Taylor. . There'll be no strings to bind you hands. Not if my love can't bind your heart. And there's no need to take a stand. For it was I who chose to start. I see no need to take me
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to help me?. . Sat on your sofa. It's all broken springs. This isn't the place for. Those violin strings. I try out a smile. And I aim it at you. You must have missed it. You always do
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Bài hát Discord (The Living Tombstone's Remix) - Eurobeat Brony. I'm not a fan of puppeteers but i've a nagging fear . Someone else is pulling at the strings . Something terrible is going down
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take a sip and let the show begin. The floor's all yours, the house is full. You've made the slip now take the fall. I pull your strings, you're too deep in. So will she sink or swim. Ladies and
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Therell be no strings to bind your hands. Not if my love cant bind your heart. And theres no need to take a stand. For it was I who chose to start. There is no need to take me home. Im old
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feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers. A piece of cocoanut in a pink seashell caught the tongue. And knotted into thin white strings. Charcoal grey eisenhower jacket zipped into a load(? ) of green
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings. These are a few of my favorite things. Cream colored ponies and
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million strings. Big money hold the prize. Big money weave a mighty web. Big money draw the flies. . Sometimes pushing people around. Sometimes pulling out the rug. Sometimes pushing all the buttons
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The world is neither fair nor unfair. The idea is just a way for us to understand. But the world is neither fair nor unfair. So one survives, the others die. And you always want a reason why But
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with me. You call it loud. But the human crowd. Doesn't mean * to a tree. Change the strings and notes slide. Change the bridge and string shift down. Shift the notes and bride sings. Fire
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with me. You call it loud. But the human crowd. Doesn't mean * to a tree. Change the strings and notes slide. Change the bridge and string shift down. Shift the notes and bride sings. Fire
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without them, here's to the band!. . Bridge. Strings soaring, horns boring. Drums pounding in my ear. . To start at the ground and reach for the top. To have such a wonderful career, I just gotta
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through this year. We should celebrate it. Rarified atmosphere. Till now, we evaded. Pre-Chorus. We tore the walls down to build them up. Never was in doubt. Chorus. 'Cause this is no strings, you are who I
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moon,. As I saw my all freeze,. Down onto my knees,. Where I was hit at the hip,. Between the cup and the lip,. As I was struck down under. With lightning and thunder,. As she cut all the strings
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straight out of scratch. And he rides with me from town to town. We only run for the money, got no strings attached. We shut 'em up and than we shut 'em down Tonight, tonight the strip's just right. I
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of scratch. And he rides with me from town to town. We only run for the money got no strings attached. We set 'em up and then we shut 'em down. Tonight tonight the strips just right. I wanna blow
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swans swim so bonny o. He made harp pins of her fingers fair. With a hey ho and a bonny o. He made harp strings of her golden hair. The swans swim so bonny o. He made a harp of her breast bone. With a hey
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million strings. Big money hold the prize. Big money weave a mighty web. Big money draw the flies. . Sometimes pushing people around. Sometimes pulling out the rug. Sometimes pushing all the buttons
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with no strings. I will be here waiting. Waiting in the wings, waiting in the wings A natural dreamer, a maverick soul. How close can I be to you. And still not lose control?. And as close as the
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ground. And if the strings are cut. Nothing holds me up. Nothing takes me down. For me me me me it's in this. But I need need need more of this. Can't turn away, feel it push me. And I keep falling. I keep