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(vote?) to voices all around. how long is the mile and the distance. and how can we get close. I'll ask the wizard, the wizard of us. The wizard of us. say (which?) you want this life. it's ours. now that
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bowin' down. Then let me do the cuttin' Some speak the sounds. But speak in silent voices. Like radio is silent. Though it fills the air with noises. Its transmissions bring submission. As ya mold
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going blind, but one thing's clear. Death is the only salvation for me Brick by brick by brick. These walls begin to cave in. The house of wolves you built. Is burning a thousand times (The wolves you
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island. Just out of choice. The dreamer fought the battleship away. It's over the horizon. . Voices inside of us are guiding us on. Guiding us on. . Can't you hear us calling you?. Can't you hear
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island. Just out of choice. The dreamer fought the battleship away. It's over the horizon. . Voices inside of us are guiding us on. Guiding us on. . Can't you hear us calling you?. Can't you hear
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. . People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share . And no one deared . Disturb the sound of silence. . Fools said i,you do not know . Silence
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hearing without listening,. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one dared. Disturb the sound of silence. "Fools" said I, "You do not know. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words
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island. Just out of choice. The dreamer fought the battleship away. It's over the horizon. . Voices inside of us are guiding us on. Guiding us on. . Can't you hear us calling you?. Can't you hear
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island. Just out of choice. The dreamer fought the battleship away. It's over the horizon. . Voices inside of us are guiding us on. Guiding us on. . Can't you hear us calling you?. Can't you hear
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Waiting the hour destined to die. Here on the table of Hell. A figure in white unknown by man. Approaching the altar of death High Priest awaiting dagger in hand. Spilling the pure virgin blood
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Waiting the hour destined to die. Here on the table of Hell. A figure in white unknown by man. Approaching the altar of death High Priest awaiting dagger in hand. Spilling the pure virgin blood
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blown away. I will be here for you. . After your time of wondering. Along this lonely road. There will be many voices calling. Mine will say welcome home. . Slowly, slowly. We turn the pages of
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parasites of society. Those who feed on other's misery. In their frenzy blinded by their greed they pay no heed. There will be no salvation for their way of life. The last day will bring their demise
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We are the children who grew too fast. We are the dust of a future past. We raise our voices in the night. Crying to heaven. And will our voices be heard. Or will they Break Like The Wind. We
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Mayan moon was burnin'. We saw visions of the past returnin'. On the shore the band was playin'. We all heard what the moon was sayin' The world keeps closin' in. It has before, it will again. A
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Mayan moon was burnin'. We saw visions of the past returnin'. On the shore the band was playin'. We all heard what the moon was sayin' The world keeps closin' in. It has before, it will again. A
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Bài hát Salvation - Skillet. All alone, lost in this abyss. Crawling in the dark. Nothing to wet my longing lips. And I wonder where you are. Are you far, will you come to my rescue. Am I left to die
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I walk along a thin line darling. Dark shadows follow me. Here's where life's dream lies disillusioned. The edge of reality Oh, I can hear strange voices echo. Laughing with mockery. The border
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if ya bowin down. Then let me do the cuttin. . Some speak the sounds. But speak in silent voices. Like radio is silent. Though it fills the air with noises. Its transmissions bring submission
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if ya bowin down. Then let me do the cuttin. . Some speak the sounds. But speak in silent voices. Like radio is silent. Though it fills the air with noises. Its transmissions bring submission
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Am I the only one stuck in this endless hallway?. I hear voices making fun 'cause every door. That I walk in leads to nothing. What is all of this about?. I've been slowly dying out I've been
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(lyrics - king, music - hanneman). . Waiting the hour destined to die. Here on the table of hell. A figure in white unknown by man. Approaching the altar of death. High priest awaiting dagger
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Deep down in my heart. There is a lot of words. Tears fall down my face. But I hear the many voices that cry in vain I want to tell you. Don't give it up, no no. Wanna tell you. Don't give it
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Kim. Going back to these origins. The city is a natural scape. Order in the details. Confusion uproar in the whole. In nature reality is selection. The tool of critical intervention
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Kim. Going back to these origins. The city is a natural scape. Order in the details. Confusion uproar in the whole. In nature reality is selection. The tool of critical intervention
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' this glory. Like the colour of the day And I recognize,. The price that must be paid, for salvation. You know that I want-ya ta figrure out. Just what you started in lookin'. When, it ain't no
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Song Of The Night - Bastille. Rhythm is a dancer,. It's a soul's companion,. People feel it everywhere,. Lift your hands and voices,. Free your mind and join us,. You can feel it in the air,. Oh oh
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Song Of The Night - Bastille. Rhythm is a dancer,. It's a soul's companion,. People feel it everywhere,. Lift your hands and voices,. Free your mind and join us,. You can feel it in the air,. Oh oh
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Bài hát Two Voices, One Song - Barbie. It's so rare to find a friend like you. Somehow when you're around the sky is always blue. The way we talk. The things you say. The way you make it all ok. And
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Wyclef Jean - Million Voices African Chorus throughout song. -----------------------------------. Ni ryari izuba, Rizagaruka, Hejuru yacu,. Ni nd' uzaricyeza ricyeza. When will the sun return
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give you anything. They bear the cross of Coeur de Leon. Salvation for the mirror blind. But if you pray, all your sins are hooked upon the sky. Pray and the heathen lie will disappear. Prayers they hide
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give you anything. They bear the cross of Coeur de Leon. Salvation for the mirror blind. But if you pray, all your sins are hooked upon the sky. Pray and the heathen lie will disappear. Prayers they hide
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Going back to these origins. City is a natural scape. Order in the details. Confusion uproar in the whole. Nature reality is selection. The tool of critical intervention. Fragmentation is the
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. Celebrate the. Dawn of a century. Let voices ring. Rejoice and sing. Now is the time. Now is eternity. Love is our destiny. Dawn of a century
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hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one dared. Disturb the sound of silence. "Fools", said I, "You do not know. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I
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down Oh bride of the winds, reward for their sins. Oh bride of the winds, reward for their sins They live in my dreams. In my dreams. In my dreams There's a chaos of visions and voices. The moon is