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mojave desert, their voices echoing thru the canyons of your minds. "ethel, wanna get a cuppa cawfee? howard johnson's, ahhh there's a howard jo. 's! . wanna eat some clams? . The first noteworhty
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. I'm looking for an alibi, a reason to stay gone. I can't hear the voices say, "You're in the middle of nowhere" Along the way, that's where I'm supposed to be. Along the way, in the spaces in between
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. I'm from the East side of America. Where we choose pride over character. And we can pick sides, but this is us. This is us, this is. I live on the West side of America. Where they spin lies into
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. Title Let It Rain. Artist Kris Allen . So many things are . trying to keep me. And so many voices . try to reach me. To tell me that . this is not the way. To tell me that . this is my mistake. Oh
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think it all over. So, make up your mind or I'll lose mine . Last night when I came by, I rang the bell and no one answered. But I heard voices whisper through the door. Now I'm not sure if anyone was
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, on and on on and on. That wax and wane showed. It's ebb and flow. Selah, selah, are chanting evermore. Hear, oh hear. All the voices trapped in thee. See myself in your eyes that's colorless. Visions
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. Till He appeared. And the soul felt its worth. Chorus 1. A thrill of hope. The weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks. A new glorious morn. Fall on your knees. Oh, hear the angels' voices. Oh, night
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, the weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees. Hear the angels' voices O night divine. O night when Christ was born. O night divine. O night divine Fall
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hope the weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees. And hear the angel voices. O night Divine!. O night when Christ was born. A thrill of hope the weary
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. The weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks. A new and glorious morn' Fall on your knees. O hear the Angels' voices. O night divine O night when Christ was born. O night divine, O night. O night
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All of the voices. Spelling it out. Where are the plans you're thinking about Rest him assured. It comes overnight. Writing it down and tearing it up If I could tell you. Gradually. Word by
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, block it all out. The voices so loud, sayin'. "Why did you let her go?". Does it make you feel sad. That the love that you're lookin' for. Is the love that you had?. Verse 5 Taylor Swift. Now you're out
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sea We fell asleep and began to dream when something broke the night. Memories stirred inside of us the struggle and the fight. And we could feel the heat of a thousand voices telling us which way to
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The moon and the stars. Are the gift someday. The moon and the stars. Are the gift someday The moon and the stars. Are the gift someday. The moon and the stars. Are the gift someday The moon
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Around the world, around the world. Around the world, around the world. Around the world, around the world. Around the world, around the world Around the world, around the world. Around the world
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In New York freedom looks like. Too many choices. In New York I found a friend. To drown out the other voices Voices on a cell phone. Voices from home. Voices of the hard sell. Voices down a
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calling me The figures from the past stand tall. And mocking voices ring the hall. Imperialistic house of prayer. Conquistadors who took their share They keep calling me. Keep on calling me. They keep
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full of pain Wings wetted down. Stumbling on the ground. It all turns around. In the end, the end, the end The voices sound deadly. Sometimes I hear. Echoes of empires. Spread throughout the sky
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Bài hát Set Fire To The Rain - Adele. I let it fall, my heart, . And as it fell you rose to claim it . It was dark and I was over . Until you kissed my lips and you saved me . My hands, they're
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the way. There were voices down the corridor. Thought I heard them say. Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place (such a lovely place). Such a lovely face. There's plenty of room at the
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Caroling, caroling, now we go. Christmas bells are ringing. Caroling, caroling through the snow. Christmas bells are ringing. Joyous voices sweet and clear. Sing the sad of heart to cheer. Ding-dong
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, stronger. I know, I know that. Angel used to be the devil on my shoulder, shoulder. Oh, not anymore. When the voices get loud, I'm turnin' 'em down. Feel good in my body forever and ever. When the tears
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Bài hát Last In Love - George Strait. Blues outside my door. I don't even know if it's rainin'. But I've been here before. And I don't want to be here again Every now and then voices on the wind