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ti. ar. al. 93 Million Miles. 30 Seconds To Mars. StylesOfBeyond. Where does your garden grow?. Tell me the secrets that you know. Another time, another place. Where are the holy ones?. Selling the se
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I don't care where I'm goin'. Just as long as I'm with you. Put it there, pal. Put it there I'll be just like your horses. And I'll stick to you like glue. Put it there, pal. Put it there I'm gl
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My love she speaks like silence. Without ideals or violence. She doesn't have to say she's faithful. Yet she's true like ice like fire. People carry roses. And make promises by the hours. My lov
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You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe. But you're back were you belong. Go get me my pistol, babe. Honey, I can't tell right from wrong. . Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop c
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Was down in Mississippi not so long ago. When a young boy from Chicago town. Walked in a Southern door This boy's fateful tragedy. You all should remember well. The color of his skin was black. A
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Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch. The band is playing "Dixie", a man got his hand outstretched. Could be the Fuhrer. Could be the local priest. You know sometimes Sa
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Down along the cove. I spied my true love comin' my way. Down along the cove. I spied my true love comin' my way. I say, "Lord, have mercy, mama. It sure is good to see you comin' today". . Dow
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There's guns across the river aimin' at ya. Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya. Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya. Billy, they don't like you to be so free. . Campin' out all ni
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Strange things have happened like never before. My baby told me I would have to go. I can't be good no more, once like I did before. I can't be good, baby. Honey, because the world gone wrong. .
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Bài hát Pretty People(Album Version) - Billy Bob Thornton. The news is full of crime. And people love to hear it. They hang on every line. Even though they fear it. As long as it is someone else
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Of war and peace the truth just twists. Its curfew gull just glides. Upon four-legged forest clouds. The cowboy angel rides. With his candle lit into the sun. Though it's glow is waxed in black.
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Can't you hear that rooster crowing?. Rabbit running down across the road. Underneath the bridge where the water flows through. So happy just to see you smile. Underneath the sky of blue. On this
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Most of the time. I'm clear focused all around. Most of the time. I can keep both feet on the ground. I can follow the path. I can read the sign. Stay right with it when the road unwinds. I can
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Come you ladies and you gentlemen and listen to my song. Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong. Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell. 'Bout an east coast city that you all know
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