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Song The Very Thought of You - Harry James, Doris Day. The very thought of you and I forget to do. The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do. I'm living in a kind of daydream. I'm happy as
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Blood and water bound to overflow. Blood and water bound to overflow. Well there's no more high water. But the Old Man's just waiting, I know He was sent up on the levee. Now they've gone up
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The tomb of Hades, lit by flickering torchlight. The nether world is gathered in the glare. Prince By-Tor takes the cavern to the north light. The sign of Eth is rising in the air. By-Tor, knight
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Here's your new drug. Shoot it in the left eye. Feel it on the right side. No, it's not love It sets up shop behind your ribcage. Building blood clots and black holes. Like using an axe to pull
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Well I have spent nights with matches and knives. Leaning over ledges only two flights up. Hurting my heart, burning my soul nothing left to hold. Nothing left the blood and the fire. You have
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Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Blood on the leaves I just need to clear my mind now. It's been racin' since the summertime. Now I'm holdin' down the summer now. And all I want is
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Song Gloria - Harry Belafonte. Can't bear this strain any longer; I tell you "no," Gloria. Can't bear this strain any longer; I tell you "no," Gloria. You promised to marry me in the month of May
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Song Gloria - Harry Belafonte. Can't bear this strain any longer; I tell you "no," Gloria. Can't bear this strain any longer; I tell you "no," Gloria. You promised to marry me in the month of May
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Take my hand, and you will. Never see the daylight again. Come in, come in, to the blood red. Chapel of sin. Inside, You'll see, The horrors. of reality. now beg, now scream. bow down and bleed for
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, vocals). Ian underwood (piano, woodwinds). Motorhead sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone). Suzy creamcheese (telephone). Dick barber (snorks) I'm gonna tell you the way it is. And I'm not gonna be
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I entered they trumpeted. BAKER'S WIFE. And-?. The Prince-?. CINDERELLA. Oh, the Prince. BAKER'S WIFE. Yes, the Prince!. CINDERELLA. Well, he's tall. BAKER'S WIFE. Is that all?. Did you dance?. Is he
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and the act is done. A love like blood, a love like blood. Till the fearless come and the act is done. A love like blood, a love like blood Everyday through all frustration and despair. Love and
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and the act is done. A love like blood, a love like blood. Till the fearless come and the act is done. A love like blood, a love like blood Everyday through all frustration and despair. Love and
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war and the battle's confusion,. A home and a country, should leave us no more?. Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave. From the terror
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Song Blood On Your Cool - Iggy Pop, The Trolls. Sun shinin' on my Rolls. Why living I don't know. Two-thirds habitual. One-third is ritual. How cool are the songs i sing. How cool is anything. Good
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(CHORUS)got a young brown stallion and she twenty years old, when she pop it from the back you see that harry *, got a young red stallion and she twenty years old, when she pop it from the back
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burnt out to be half the man that I could be. Ill never belong inside your world. So black out the sun and leave me to play out the same old tragedy. And I said. Hear me now here and now Im calling
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. Sprinkled cayenne pepper in your sugar bowl. But he's a fool and he's a thief. Got silly little horns and pointed teeth Roll back the covers and raise the shades. We don't want to miss out on the best part
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all the rest of it, I'll tell you if you only ask. 'Cause I'm a gold digger and I should know better I will not lie to you. But I definitely only gave you half the truth. I will not lie to you I will
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. Under the shade of a Juniper tree. I sing a sad song of you and me The sky above, the sky above. Is blue as your blood. Black is the color of your eyelash. Spanish is the language of your tongue Life
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Every bird will sing, the melody of our love tune. Ooh, Yesterday I was. Half the man I used to be. Maybe that's because. You're the other half of me. Like the spring in bloom. The summer of
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Every bird will sing, the melody of our love tune. Ooh, Yesterday I was. Half the man I used to be. Maybe that's because. You're the other half of me. Like the spring in bloom. The summer of
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your number. And Susie's got your friend. Look who took you under. With seven inches in. BLOOD IS ON THE DANCEFLOOR. Blood is on the knife. Susie's got your number. And Susie says it right. She got your
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Song 1941 - Harry Nilsson. Well, in 1941 a happy father had a son. And by 1944, the father walks right out the door. And in '45 the mom and son were still alive. But who could tell in '46 if the two
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our lives in phase. We're lost amid the galaxies revolving. And we're all just a part of what's evolving. Evolving. So come to the moon
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his head. He in the bag, and I'm over here killing his men Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. All of my niggas get down like wha. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. All of my niggas get down
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Bài hát The Prince - Madness. Buster, he sold the heat. With a rock-steady beat. An earthquake is erupting. But not in Orange street. A ghost-dance is preparing. You got to help us with your feet. If
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be Ever just the same Ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure The sun will rise Ever just the same And ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure As the sun will rise Tell as old
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want Monopoly money but I ain't even half way there. Do a dirt and a nigga gotta take the back way there. What it is is the biz and it's dirty. You'll get rich but life expectancy is about thirty Take
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want Monopoly money but I ain't even half way there. Do a dirt and a nigga gotta take the back way there. What it is is the biz and it's dirty. You'll get rich but life expectancy is about thirty Take
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want Monopoly money but I ain't even half way there. Do a dirt and a nigga gotta take the back way there. What it is is the biz and it's dirty. You'll get rich but life expectancy is about thirty Take
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on and show, me say the bells of Old Bowie. When I am fitter, say the bells of Gary Glitter. No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I. No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
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One and one-half wandering Jews. Free to wander wherever they choose. Are travelling together. In the Sangre de Cristo. The Blood of Christ Mountains. Of New Mexico. On the last leg of the
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just can't take it. Just can't break it. . Susie got your number. And Susie ain't your friend. Look who took you under. With seven inches in. Blood is on the dance floor. Blood is on the knife
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, no one rips it up like you. When you're in the half light. It is not you I see. And you live a half life. You only show half to me. Ooh-ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. Sometimes I join you. Let you wash over