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some answers. What's a fire and why does it?. What's the word? Burn. . When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love?. Love to explore the shore up above?. . Out of the sea, wish I could be. Part of that
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night. . Observing trance awaking state. Lying still unknowing. Reciting the passages of time. Prepare for the impaling. . Lead hanneman. . Death's an art, flesh and earth never part,. A power
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Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own way. Thou art the potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me after Thy will. While I am waiting, yielded and still Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own
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Hot town, summer in the city. Back of my neck gettin' dirty-'n'-gritty. Been down, isn't it a pity. Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city. All around people lookin' half dead. Walking on the
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lives up there?. Is it all green cheese so to speak? Well now listen boy these are the facts. The moon is white the sky is black. And you are a speck on this crummy earth. And a dollar and a half is
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lives up there?. Is it all green cheese so to speak? Well now listen boy these are the facts. The moon is white the sky is black. And you are a speck on this crummy earth. And a dollar and a half is
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. There's things I might have said . Only wish I could . Now I'm leaking life faster . Then I'm leaking blood . Tell the repo man . And the stars above . You're the one I love . You're the one I love . The
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your mind. Ohh, ohh. Sacrifice. If we're closer to the other side. And the heavens all start to cry. Ohh, ohh. Sacrifice. Sacrifice. Sacrifice. Be a dose of protection through the blood and the tears. If
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hold Him nor the earth sustain. Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed. The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ Angels and archangels may
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too much talking, nobody hears the words you say You won't see baby now I want you. These blind communications only last throughout the year. And half of what we're saying is halfway in a truth. And
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be. Simply what you see. And there's something to look at. . Everywhere. Devoid of any destination. Yes, you're part of a relation. From the cold ocean floor. And beyond the softest air
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Well I'm lookin' the world over. Looking far off into the east. And I see my baby comin'. She's walking with the village beast. I feel a change comin' on. And the last part of the day's already
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. Please, please, show me the way. . All the truth I have known has been scattered and blown. I don't know who I am. Someone else's part I am playing. Please, please, show me the way
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Bài hát Rip Out The Wings Of A Butterfly - HIM. Heaven ablaze in our eyes . We're standing still in time . The blood on our hands is the wine. We offer as sacrifice . Chorus. Come on, and show them
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it all Poisoned blood manipulates. The bending of one's will. Assassins of your sacred words. For trust it shall be killed First you slither. Then you crawl. Damn the flood. I've come to end it
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Song The Last Gunfighter Ballad . Singer Johnny Cash. The old gunfighter stood on the porch. and stared into the sun . And relived all the old days. back when he was livin' by the gun . When deadly
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Song The Last Gunfighter Ballad . Singer Johnny Cash. The old gunfighter stood on the porch. and stared into the sun . And relived all the old days. back when he was livin' by the gun . When deadly
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Song Lonely At The Top(Album Version) - Jamey Johnson. I was pourin' out my troubles. To a stranger in the bar. About the problems and the pressures. On a country music star. . Half braggin
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diamonds and finery. Bayin' and howlin', all blood-lusty callin'. Fists like pistons, faces like meat spoilin'. Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys, haul Later in the evenin', Molly and her gunman. Go down the
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From when I wake. In the morning 'till I go and. And I fall asleep each night. I fight to hold on to. A love that is inside. Because my past is like a nightmare. That I never can escape. And I
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gonna take another hilltop. We’ve gotta hurry up and slow ‘em down. Otherwise we’ll all end up part of town. I don’t want to lose my hill, do you?. We have got more stoned and decadent. Not the time to
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?. Lovers walk along a shore. And leave their footprints in the sand. Was the sound of distant drumming. Just the fingers of your hand?. Pictures hanging in a hallway. Or the fragment of a song. Half
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kids to each other And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood. And I wept as his body grew colder. And I called for my mother and she never came. Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame
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Song Down There By The Train - Johnny Cash. There's a place I know where the train goes slow . Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb . There's a river by the trestle down by
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Song Down There By The Train - Johnny Cash. There's a place I know where the train goes slow . Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb . There's a river by the trestle down by
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I've got nothing in my head, got a floor for a bed. My future's at the bottom of a teacup. I've got half a pair of shoes and no time to lose. I'm wondering when I'm gonna wise up. So, Fortune
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Today I found a baby's glove. Lying on the drainage board, so still. Yesterday a leather glove. From the slim tinkered hand of a woman The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen. And
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Night. Silent night. Snow on the roof. My breath turned to ice. My mind was aloof. . Cold winter moon. Shone through the reed. Glistering frost. What night for my deed!. . Onward and
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is alive and well Maybe too humble to wanna speak. May have a blood soaked bird in its teeth. Smoked filled skies and bees in the well. Evil is alive and well Now maybe in a palace, maybe in the
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is alive and well Maybe too humble to wanna speak. May have a blood soaked bird in its teeth. Smoked filled skies and bees in the well. Evil is alive and well Now maybe in a palace, maybe in the
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,. Rust and the rain -. You pulled away the tide. Chorus. Girl in the moon,. I'm half-way there,. Girl in the moon,. I see you everywhere. Help me find a way of falling. Closer to you,. Girl in the
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When I was a cowboy out on the Western Plain. When I was a cowboy out on the Western Plain. Well, I made a half a million,. Working hard on the bridle reins. Come a cow-cow yicky. come a cow-cow
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It was the coldest night in Boston in the history of winter. Black outside like a murder of crows. I was 6 days clean and sober with a bottle on the table. I hurt inside but nobody knows One shot
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become reality. When the night is callin'. Pretty baby screams. I buried my heart into the deepest seas. When the blood runs cold I feel hot in heat. The red moon risin'. Over you and me. I'm lookin' at
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ours for the takin' now, if we just stick together And I said. "Hey, lay your burden down. Seems the last day of the miners' strike. Was the Magna Carta in this part of town" Well, my body sank below
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. Even bought that summer cottage yesterday, pretty soon I'll be close to you. And it will be so good, we'll talk about the part of you I never understood,. And I will take good care of you, and never