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Let the music take your mind. Everybody ride the rhythm. Let the music take your mind. Everybody ride the rhythm Get down and ride the rhythm. Get down and ride the rhythm. Let the music take
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Bài hát The Calling - TheFatRat, Laura Brehm. Still and silent. Calm before the storm. Gold and diamond. Jewels behind throne. Into the night. Out of the dark. Take to the sky. Chasing the stars. All
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Lying under barren skies. The light escaping from my eyes. Below the moon, walking down the avenue. I'm followed by the afterglow. The velvet rose of evening grows Weary to be home again. Among
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I know there is. It all away. It all goes round. The house today The reason why. You're leasing time. The sadman calls. He calls for you The Incomprehensible. Incomprehensible. The sadman
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I know there is. It all away. It all goes round. The house today The reason why. You're leasing time. The sadman calls. He calls for you The Incomprehensible. Incomprehensible. The sadman
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All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,. Says the man next to me out of nowhere. It's apropos of nothing. He says his name's William but I'm sure. He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy. And
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All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,. Says the man next to me out of nowhere. It's apropos of nothing. He says his name's William but I'm sure. He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy. And
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Must be the feeling. Must be the feeling. It brings to you. Must be the feeling. Must be the feeling. Must be the feeling. It brings to you. Must be the feeling. Must be the feeling. Must be
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Bài hát Never Too Far - Mariah Carey. You're with me. Til the bitter end. What we had transcends. This experience. Too painful to. Talk about. So I'll hold it in. Til my heart can mend. And be brave
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experience anti-gravity. For years, I kept to myself. Now potentialities are bound, and sleeping under my shelf. Simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy,. And we'll be there. So I call you
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Petrified for the millionth time. Slowly my soul evaporates. No parachutes, no dismal clouds. Just this * space I know what's coming, I'm not working. I know what's coming, I'm not working
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Bái hát The Days - Avicii. Under the tree where the grass don't grow. We made a promise to never get old. You had a chance and you took it on me. And I made a promise that I couldn't keep. Heart ache
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Bài hát The Call Of The Mountains - Eluveitie. Against the waves, with our swords in our hands. Against the sea, with our backs to the walls. Against distress, in the presence of our enemies. Against
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What is america to me. A name, a map, or a flag I see. A certain word, democracy. What is america to me. The house I live in. A plot of earth, a street. The grocer and the butcher. And the people
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What is america to me. A name, a map, or a flag I see. A certain word, democracy. What is america to me. The house I live in. A plot of earth, a street. The grocer and the butcher. And the people
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. I'll learn how to bend. . After all the tears we've spent. How could we make amends. So it's one more round for experience. And I'm on the road again. . And it's gonna take some time this time
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B-E-A-T The B,. The E,. The A,. The T Can you feel it?. The B, the E, the A, the T Can you feel it?. Can you spark it?. Can you get it? Can you feel it?. Close my eyes to feel the beat Can you
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B-E-A-T The B,. The E,. The A,. The T Can you feel it?. The B, the E, the A, the T Can you feel it?. Can you spark it?. Can you get it? Can you feel it?. Close my eyes to feel the beat Can you
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B-E-A-T The B,. The E,. The A,. The T Can you feel it?. The B, the E, the A, the T Can you feel it?. Can you spark it?. Can you get it? Can you feel it?. Close my eyes to feel the beat Can you
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Bài hát No Man's Land (Green Fields Of France) - Joss Stone, Jeff Beck. Well, how do you do, William Mcbride?. Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?. And rest for awhile in the warm
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shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,. Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope. There's a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,. The sedated homes of
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shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,. Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope. There's a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,. The sedated homes of
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shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,. Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope. There's a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,. The sedated homes of