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wrong with me?. What do I think? I think Hate, hate your enemies. Save, save your friends. Find, find your place. Speak, speak the truth What is wrong with me?. What is wrong with me?. What is what
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Side by side in silence. They pass away the day. So comfortable, so habitual. And so nothing left to say Nothing left to say. Nothing left to say Side by side in silence. His thoughts echo round
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Look at everyone that'll realize. We planned a party as a big surprise. Soon the ballroom will echo with sounds of cheer. As we ring in the season this year. This is overdue. Gotta look our best
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). I've been holding on (holding on). To the promise that you need some time. Making everything into a story. Making sure I never get to feel happy. Taking everything you do my own way. Thinking that
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long. . From the eyes of a television inspired mess. From a pub to a club to a street to a thug. Ignoring the light from above. Ignoring the light from above. Fight or surrender, no friendly
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Late one night the midnight ghost rolled out of San Jose. We could hear the echo of the whistle across the bay. Gypsy said that he could hear. The freedom he couldn't see. I smiled and rubbed old
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much. Oh, but listen to them sing Gloria, Gloria in excelsis Deo. Gloria, Gloria, playing on their harps of gold And the mountains in reply. Echo, echo, echo. And the mountains in reply. Echo, echo
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many a lonely mile. The echo of a piper's song, the shadow of her smile . The shadow of your smile, when you are gone. Will color all my dreams and light the dawn. Look into my eyes my love and see
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many a lonely mile. The echo of a piper's song, the shadow of her smile . The shadow of your smile, when you are gone. Will color all my dreams and light the dawn. Look into my eyes my love and see
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many a lonely mile. The echo of a piper's song, the shadow of her smile . The shadow of your smile, when you are gone. Will color all my dreams and light the dawn. Look into my eyes my love and see
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wait for you. Let’s stretch across the highways. Until our voices echo through the dunes. Life takes no prisoners babe. We have to do all our living soon. We are the wild ones. There is no hope for us
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Song The Gifts They Gave - Harry Belafonte. Jesus, our brother, kind and good. Was humbly born in a stable of wood. And the friendly beasts around Him stood. Jesus, our brother, kind and good. I said
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many a lonely mile. The echo of a piper's song, the shadow of her smile . The shadow of your smile, when you are gone. Will color all my dreams and light the dawn. Look into my eyes my love and see
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why. We don't see eye to eye? The voice of the people should echo far and wide. Instead of keeping what they feel bottled up inside Let the people have their say. Tomorrow isn't far away. It should
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like,. Screwing you on the beach at night. x2 Don't I (Don't I). Sound so (Sound so). Sexy (Sexy). Echo (Echo. )x2 Release the doves!
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quierro y finito. Yo te querda, oh mi corazón. Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito. Yo te querda, oh mi corazón The hillsides ring with "Free the people". Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39