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like a restless wind. And I can see my world is comin' to an end. Like the sound of thunder angry words ring out again. There's a storm in the heartland there's a storm in the heartland. guitar. The love
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should have no future and no past!. . The summer from the top of a swing,. The comfort and the sound of a lullaby,. The innocence of leaves in the spring,. But most of the moment when love first
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am His own. And the joy we share as we tarry there. None other has ever known. He speaks and the sound of His voice. Is so sweet the birds hush their singing. And the melody that He gave to me
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for my own, my own, my own. Thinking. How could anyone pass the. Feeling. Of the sound of her footsteps leaving. Walking all alone, alone, alone. Chorus. Now she’s beside me. Can’t stop thinking. Why
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the stars. And climb that stairway to the stars. With love beside us to fill the night with a song. . We'll hear the sound of violins. Out yonder where the blue begins. The moon will guide us as
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Bài hát Assassin's Creed Syndicate In The Heat Of The Moment - Noel Gallagher. They tell me you've touched the face of God,. at the sound of the rope cracking on your neck. They tell me you'd never
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hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart. Oh wild is the wind. Wild is the wind. . You touch me. I hear the sound of mandolins. You kiss me. With your kiss my life begins. You're Spring to me
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hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart. Oh wild is the wind. Wild is the wind. . You touch me. I hear the sound of mandolins. You kiss me. With your kiss my life begins. You're Spring to me
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wind blow through your heart,. For wild is the wind. . *You touch me;. I hear the sound of mandolins. You kiss me,. And, with the kiss, the world begins. You're spring to me, all things to me
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wind blow through your heart,. For wild is the wind. . *You touch me;. I hear the sound of mandolins. You kiss me,. And, with the kiss, the world begins. You're spring to me, all things to me
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hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart. Oh wild is the wind. Wild is the wind. . You touch me. I hear the sound of mandolins. You kiss me. With your kiss my life begins. You're Spring to me
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skies. Oh the sound it rang. So clear through the cold. Then silence fell and the sun did arise. On a beautiful morning of silver and gold
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words. I won't let you down. I will not give you up. Gotta have some faith in the sound. It's the one good thing that I've got. (Got) my ticket for the long way 'round. Two bottle 'a whiskey for the
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left me in the dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight. In the shadow of your heart. And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat. I tried to find the sound. But then it stopped, and I was in
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His own. And the joy we share, as we tarry there. None other has ever known He speaks and the sound of His voice. Is so sweet that the birds hush their singing. And the melody that He gave to me
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sound of mandolins. You kiss me. With your kiss my life begins. You're Spring to me. All things to me. Don't you know you're life itself !. Like the leaf clings to the tree. Oh my darling, cling to me
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His own. And the joy we share as we tarry there. None other has ever known He speaks and the sound of His voice. Is so sweet that the birds hush their singing. And the melody that He gave to me
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His own. And the joy we share as we tarry there. None other has ever known He speaks and the sound of His voice. Is so sweet that the birds hush their singing. And the melody that He gave to me
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dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight. In the shadow of your heart. And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat. I tried to find the sound. But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,. So
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sound of mandolins. You kiss me. With your kiss my life begins. You're Spring to me. All things to me. Don't you know you're life itself !. Like the leaf clings to the tree. Oh my darling, cling to me
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lay you under. The cards you draw don't help at all. Hear the sound of approaching thunder When you see the clouds blacken. Remember you've been warned. No shelter from my fierce winds. Because I
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speculate about the cosmic solution. To the sound, blue guitars. Caught up in a philosophical discussion. . Oh yeah. . But we always came back to the songs we were singing. At any particular time
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When they begin the beguine, it brings back the sound of music so tender,. . It brings back a night of tropical splendor, it brings back a memory ever green. . I'm with you once more under the
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watching the skies,. Oh the sound it rang. So clear through the cold. Then silence fell and the sun did arise. On a beautiful morning of silver and gold.
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watching the skies,. Oh the sound it rang. So clear through the cold. Then silence fell and the sun did arise. On a beautiful morning of silver and gold.
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watching the skies,. Oh the sound it rang. So clear through the cold. Then silence fell and the sun did arise. On a beautiful morning of silver and gold.
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watching the skies,. Oh the sound it rang. So clear through the cold. Then silence fell and the sun did arise. On a beautiful morning of silver and gold.
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. The sound is deep. In the dark I hear her voice. And start to run. Into the trees. Into the trees. Into the trees Suddenly I stop. But I know it's too late. I'm lost in a forest. All alone The
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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Even though the sound of it. Is something quite atrocious. If you say it loud enough. You'll aways sound precocious. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious So
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. All my days I will sing in praise. . Of your forest waters. Your shining sand. . I hope the day will never come. . That I can't awake to the sound of drum. . Never let me miss carnaval
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watching the skies,. Oh the sound it rang. So clear through the cold. Then silence fell and the sun did arise. On a beautiful morning of silver and gold.
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hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart. For wild is the wind . You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins. You kiss me, and with your kiss the world begins. You're Spring to me, all things to me
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feeling devotion. The day that I found your love I can see above the diamond-studded sky. Hear the sound of night life passing by. Scent the early morning with every breath of air. Taste the secret
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she has all of it. She likes the sound. She likes the sand. She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit. She likes to be (X3). She's into guilt. Guilt (X3). She likes to think. she likes to drink. She
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his own. And the joy we share as we tarry there. None other has ever known He speaks and the sound of his voice is so sweet. The birds hush their singing. And the melody that he gave to me. Within