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. . The city always sleeps. Light has abandoned. These pitch black streets. The city always sleeps. You have abandoned. These pitch black streets
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. Under the shade of a Juniper tree. I sing a sad song of you and me The sky above, the sky above. Is blue as your blood. Black is the color of your eyelash. Spanish is the language of your tongue Life
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Song Velvet Touch - The 69 Eyes. The autumn came took you away. I never expected you to stay. Black tears fallin'. In the cold rain. I woke up one night . to the darkest dream. Your pretty ghost
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stayed. Under the rain. Into the winds of time. . Now the time has come. For every man to die. I know how it's gonna be. Black as the dead. Soon we will all be gone. . Now we have to leave. Our
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White cloth, black napkins, wood chairs, surround me. Wood tables, foggy signs, in front with no lies Night falls beneath candle light Cast shadows, incense fragrance. From the corner of the room
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. hurrricanes and all. And I know. I know. that you could love me in that way. When gold starts to rust. And times do get tough. Then baby ooh would you love me the same. If diamonds were rough. And coal was the
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, you're perfect, you're perfect. Perfecta. Juan Magán. Charlie Black (perfect, you're perfect). At the club (you're perfect to me) uh.
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of me. The light pours out of me The cold light of day pours out of me. Leaving me black and so healthy The light pours out of me. The light pours out of me It jerks out of me like blood. In this
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of me. The light pours out of me The cold light of day pours out of me. Leaving me black and so healthy The light pours out of me. The light pours out of me It jerks out of me like blood. In this
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hurt you somehow. Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy. She'll beat you if she's able. You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet. Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon
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pursued . I can't keep on chasing . what I can't be for you. oooohhhh skies are black and blue. I’m thinking about you. Here in the calm after the storm. tears on the highway. water in my eyes. This rain
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through The windows of the world are covered with rain. When will those black skies turn to blue?. Everybody knows when boys grow into men. They start to wonder when their country will call. Let the sun
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ti. ar. al. Dark The Suns-- The Rain. --lndjove--. In this death scenes within my thoughts. Black dawn is breaking so deadly cold. I roam alone these empty streets. In silent rain, frozen inside
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. Reaching for somebody's star. Can't be believed it all. Did he really fall. What to do now I don't know Something's calling me back. There's a light in the black. Am I ready to go. I'm coming home
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Frank zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals). Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak). Bunk gardner (woodwinds). Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals). Don preston (retired). Jimmy carl black (drums, trumpet
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Song The Loving Kind - Nanci Griffith. They were the loving kind. She was black and he was white. In Virginia, nineteen fifty eight. They found love amongst the hate . Well, the law said they
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black as the sea, oh yes. There will be peace in the valley for me, some day. There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray. There'll be no sadness, no sorrow. No trouble, trouble I see
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. (Turning the town red). Oh, turning the town red. (Turning the town red) You made your bed. You better face the consequence. A black pool opened at my feet. Into a dream sequence Turning the town red
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. (Turning the town red). Oh, turning the town red. (Turning the town red) You made your bed. You better face the consequence. A black pool opened at my feet. Into a dream sequence Turning the town red
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. (Turning the town red). Oh, turning the town red. (Turning the town red) You made your bed. You better face the consequence. A black pool opened at my feet. Into a dream sequence Turning the town red
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. (Turning the town red). Oh, turning the town red. (Turning the town red) You made your bed. You better face the consequence. A black pool opened at my feet. Into a dream sequence Turning the town red
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ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D. The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah. Check it out, yo. Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty. Lyrical click, 100% Dundee Malik B, I
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dooby doo. We got to live together There is a yellow one, who doesn't like the black one. Who won't accept the red one, who won't accept the white one. Different strokes for different folks. And so on