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(Liz Anderson - D. Land). I put my little girl to bed. With teardrops in her eyes. All day I've tried to comfort her. And louder were her cries. I left her there to say her prayers. And
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(Liz Anderson - D. Land). I put my little girl to bed. With teardrops in her eyes. All day I've tried to comfort her. And louder were her cries. I left her there to say her prayers. And
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hands. I won't say how to live your life (Oh-oh-oh). But I'll be here when your heart lands. Verse 2. You make it difficult to be a friend. 'Cause I won’t agree to disagree. I can be quiet till the bitter
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A wandering Canadian,. Banned from his hearths,. Travelled while crying. Travelled while crying. In foreign lands. One day, sad and pensive,. Sitting by the flowing waters,. To the fleeing current
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feel. I'm home It's autumn in New York. That brings the promise of new love. Autumn in New York. Is often mingled with pain Dreamers with empty hands. May sigh for exotic lands. It's autumn in New
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Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up. . Here comes my guiding star. To take me home. I've travelled lands afar. We blindly roam. . We spread our wings. In search of truth. And all it brings. We
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feel. I'm home It's autumn in New York. That brings the promise of new love. Autumn in New York. Is often mingled with pain Dreamers with empty hands. May sigh for exotic lands. It's autumn in New
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lands. A floating mist that circles shadows. A legend, tale of times gone by Giant trees are falling night and day. For many years and ages past. Will they ever share the answer. Of legend tales and
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Bài hát Frozen Silence - . Frozen silence, cold winds are rising . Earth sleeps soundly covered in snow . White lands reviving, ice flowers thriving . Frozen silence, cold winds are rising. Earth
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fountains. Where men played in string bands. Down from the mountains. We rolled along to nowhere. I will never understand. I will never understand. You long again for foreign lands. The lion's den and
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! There's a river runs here. When it rains we flood. Co-op City first 3 floors. Of Charles River mud. Big River! Rolling! Lands edge. Where the east begins. The debris meets the sea. When the tide
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know they'll be on my lands. 'Tis a bitter tale for true. . So smoke big factory
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lands of the
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black. In abandoned lands, which time has left
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Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up. . Here comes my guiding star. To take me home. I've travelled lands afar. We blindly roam. . We spread our wings. In search of truth. And all it brings. We
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. Guide your home through forgotten lands. See the world that's your feet. If you close your eyes, you'll never see the deep. Run to the water, baby. Run to the water. Run to the water, baby. Run. Run to