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be part of your symphony. Will you hold me tight and not let go?. Symphony. Like a love song on the radio. ♪. (Every melody is timeless). Sorry if it's all too much. Every day you're here, I'm healing
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of my mind. She was lookin fine. She said you want to drive me home. But what I didn't know. . Ooh, ooh - I was dancing with the. Queen of new orleans. Ooh, ooh - dancing in the streets of new
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last time to shine. I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine. Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York. To break it down to straight English, what the * you want?. Remember me? You
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Song The New Assassin (Radio 1 Live Version) - John Cooper Clarke. skip the roadblock here she comes. get a load of the pretty blue gun. any slick trick under the sun. she’ll do it if it isn’t done
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tiNew York State Of Mind. arBilly Joel. al. New York State Of Mind. Some folks like to get away. Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach. Or to Hollywood. But I'm talking a
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tiNew York State Of Mind. arBilly Joel. al. New York State Of Mind. Some folks like to get away. Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach. Or to Hollywood. But I'm talking a
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No New Friends - LSD, Sia, Diplo, Labrinth. Oh, you the queen . You’re the king . We got out aces out . Oh, you the queen . You’re the king . We got out aces out . Roll the dice on tonight go and
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. . Chorus. New shoes, old blues. Walking round the streets of London town singing. Up on the roof. If I lose, you lose. You and I could spend our time just lying dreaming. Of Hollywood. With these new
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rather do. It's a new love story. Got to read every line. You be the judge and the jury. I'm guilty of the crime. . I'm guilty of, guilty of the crime. Of lovin' you, baby. Guilty of, guilty of the
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What the *, what what what?. Nuttin' new, nuttin' new. What? Nuttin' new check. Nuttin' new, nuttin' new, y'all not sayin' nuttin' new. I represent the legendary fifth dynasty crew. Nuttin
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. As the morning is near The new kingdoms rise. By the circle of the tyrants. In the land of darkness. The warrior, that was me Grotesque glory. None will ever see them fall. And hunts and war. Are
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Bài hát New York State Of Mind - Barbra Streisand, Billy Joel. Some folks like to get away . Take a holiday from the neighborhood . Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood . But I'm takin' a
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Bài hát New York State Of Mind - Barbra Streisand, Billy Joel. Some folks like to get away . Take a holiday from the neighborhood . Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood . But I'm takin' a
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Bài hát New York State Of Mind - Barbra Streisand, Billy Joel. Some folks like to get away . Take a holiday from the neighborhood . Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood . But I'm takin' a
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Some folks like to get away. Take a holiday from the neighbourhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach. Or to Hollywood. I'm taking a Greyhound. On the Hudson River Line. I'm in a New York state of
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edge of the sky Keep shinin' like a new star. Shinin' like a new star. Baby we better start. 'Cause baby we're alive. (New star) Shadows are still when the will has no strength left to carry on
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I've worked since then. To please the men. At the house of the rising sun. . There is a house. Down in new orleans. They call the rising sun. Its been the ruin of many a good girl. And oh god
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I've worked since then. To please the men. At the house of the rising sun. . There is a house. Down in new orleans. They call the rising sun. Its been the ruin of many a good girl. And oh god
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. Orchestra and balcony. What they want is what you see. Keep the best of you, do the rest of you. . Pits or class. I have never seen it fail. Debutante or chorus girl or wife. Tits and ass, yes, tits
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Bài hát We Shared The Night - Michael Learns To Rock. Alone with you on naked feet. Creep into your soul. We reached the end of Lonely Street. The end of feeling cold. I have cried a thousand times
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There's just somethin' about this hotel. Got me wishin' I was dead. Gotta get out of New York City, son. Somewhere I can clear my head I was just kickin' along the sidewalk. No one looks you in
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me feel
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Bài hát A Symphony Of Justice - V. A. When I was a child. I had nobody in this world. I was left alone,. Just a sweet little quiet girl. When I tried to speak. Words I wanted to say were gone
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opened my heart. To all the possibilities. I know that something has changed. Never felt this way. And right here tonight. Chorus. This could be the start. Of something new. It feels so right. To be here
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Some folks like to get away,. Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood. But I'm takin' a Greyhound on the Hudson River line. I'm in a New York state of
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Some folks like to get away,. Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood. But I'm takin' a Greyhound on the Hudson River line. I'm in a New York state of
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Some folks like to get away,. Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood. But I'm takin' a Greyhound on the Hudson River line. I'm in a New York state of
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Some folks like to get away,. Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood. But I'm takin' a Greyhound on the Hudson River line. I'm in a New York state of
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Trapped in heaven life style (locked in long kesh). New looking out for pleasure (h-block torture). It's at the end of the rainbow (white noise in). The happy ever after (a white room). . Dirt
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(Bator/James). If you're living outside of the law. Run to your hole-in-the-wall. Bohemian hideout, a smugglers' inn. Find safety and refuge within. Strangers' bazzar. Doesn't matter who you
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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(Bator/Turner). Memories of so long ago. Strange feelings I don't really know. Drawing me from my sancturary. Wandering with shadows. Animal instinction cries. Hear the creature locked up