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. Reach for the sky. Cause tomorrow may never come Yesterday is history. And tomorrows a mystery. But, baby, right now. Its just about you and me You can run, you can hide. Just like Bonnie and Clyde
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the valley under all of this I lay. And may you dig me out unearthed and saved. . So hover in the diving light. We will rip the night. Out of the arms of the sun one more time. Close your eyes and
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the arms of the sun one more time Close your eyes and we will fly. Above the clouded sky. And over the dumbstruck world, we will run In these hills, they wash the golden grains away. To the valley
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. . And the dry spring gathers dust. . Your lover's crying in the valley. . She lost her trust. . (Harp solo). . But there is a road to glory. . Somehow hidden in the past. . Behind the gold
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. Said a prayer to a dashboard Jesus. Death Valley and worn out shoes Then the road turned into desert everywhere. The sun ran out on a cold October. She disappeared, she disappeared Take all your
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blood of Jesus. It washes white as snow It reaches to the highest mountain. And it flows to the lowest valley. The blood that gives me strength. From day to day. It will never lose its power. There
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Bài hát Ronnie & Clyde (feat. Shy Ronnie) - Rihanna. Rihanna. You know the system,. we have the fire power,. and we have each other. You ready?. Ronnie groans. Rihanna. Yeah, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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below the valley-o. Green grows the lily-o. Right among the bushes-o. My cup is full up to the brim. And if I were to stoop I might fall in. At the well below the valley-o. Green grows the lily-o. Right
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valley. Tears mingle with rain. A shining light will break my darkness. And mercy will remain. . Bless the seven souls who raised me. Back in Georgia state. And tell my loved-ones not to worry. But
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walk into the valley. And others try to kill the inner flame. We're burning brighter than before. I don't have a number, I'M A NAME!. Back in the village again. In the village. I'm back in the village
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cross the sticks. The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks. And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch. Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch
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something that he should have done such a long time ago. Still time to start a new life in the palm trees. Ah, billy clyde wasn't insane. And if it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt. That the
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Oh, I'm packin' my grip and I'm leavin' today. 'Cause I'm takin' a trip, California way. I'm gonna settle down and never more roam. And make the San Fernando Valley my home I'll forget my sins
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spied one among them, she was fairer then many. Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring. Her hair like the lily that grows in Yon' valley. She was only a hard-working factory girl He sat
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the mountain. Way down in the valley. I know I'll be happy. Any place, anywhere I don't care In the misty moonlight. By the flickering firelight. Any place is all right. Long as you are there I
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the mountain. Way down in the valley. I know I'll be happy. Any place, anywhere I don't care In the misty moonlight. By the flickering firelight. Any place is all right. Long as you are there I
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. A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadow. She said 'son what are you doing here. My fear for you has turned me in my grave'. I said 'mama I come to the valley of the rich. Myself to sell
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Let's make a goal. Of the love we used to share. That love will grow and grow. If you just say you care. . I know, I know the reason why. We didn't make it then. So come on, darling. Let's
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walking through the valley of the death But see how beautiful you are. Skinny blue and grey in love. You'll walk among the outlaw bandits. Until you meet the nameless one Hold on to me baby. His bony
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Born in the valley. And raised in the trees. Of Western Kentucky. On wobbly knees. With Mama beside you. To help you along. You'll soon be a growing up strong All long lazy mornings. In
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(Harp & guitar intro). . Well I sure take it with me wherever I go. . And you might like to see it but it never does show. . Like a wind in the valley that never does blow. . Like the grass
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Born in the valley. And raised in the trees. Of Western Kentucky. On wobbly knees. With Mama beside you. To help you along. You'll soon be a growing up strong All long lazy mornings. In
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