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This song appears on nine albums, and was first released on the farewell andromeda, this is john denver, john denver (italian), country classics, the country roads collection and the rocky mount
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By john frusciante. Transcribed by thatyou. . I want an ela-bon with you ?. Climb as those yawning from the sun. Your head knows me in between you gotta play rest hey smile. Please tell me lies
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This song appears on nine albums, and was first released on the farewell andromeda, this is john denver, john denver (italian), country classics, the country roads collection and the rocky mount
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know what you got till it's gone. Come put your head upon my shoulder". She gave me her hand, but I ignored her. . Oh, Dr. John. What am I doing. What am I doing I wrong?. Cuz I keep on trying
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The road is pulling me into her open where. And for a moment I escape and I forget. The silhouettes behind the dust clouds call me friend. But even fools know here theyre far a few between. She ha
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No, never again will your walls. Be left abandoned by these hands. No, never again will I scale. The sleeping tower where your heart lays. Now, here we are my dear, this is where. You're walking
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Turning the ground. I once used to know. People are strangers. Same as before. Streets look familiar. I remember the part. Where I buried my head. So deep in my hands This here city. Has fall
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Way down in a not-so-distant place. Your ghost is lingering still frames remembering the way we were. Way down see reflections in the well. A distant haunting bell resounding every time I touch you
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Female reporter. Another night of rioting in England as police clash with youths in several. Cities. Male interviewer. You went to the stores that you had applied for a job at?. Male interviewee.
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I dont wanna be the only one round here. Everything Im sayings falling on deaf ear. Come to get you if you make another sound. Make you an example since youre crawling home. Anyone who listens gon
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All my, all my friends. When can I see you all again?. Built our castles made of sand. They may fall but memories remain. Dont let this end. Dreamin of way back when In and out your door. We wer
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At night. When it's quiet. And the waves come rolling in. The merchant ships light. Paints the dark. As we sing hymns To one who is great. Whom by words cannot be seen. When all left is love.
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