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for one more tomorrow. Heart turn to black. I抦 not coming back. I know I can抰 last. 慍ause I feel like I抦 dead to the world. Feel like I抦 dead to the world. I抳e craved the feel of your caress. No chance
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Red sun at day break. Burns and blinds the eyes. And though our bodies ache. We march on or we die. Silence of space. Is torn by cries. Another hopeless world. Prepares to die. Are those the
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Romans at their gathering tables,. or the ghost of a love lost long ago. So bury this city in ashes,. we'll speak and breathe with dirt. Our bodies and the air between them. preserved, dead in earth. We
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tiEast Of The Sun. arBillie Holiday. offset500. East of the sun and west of the moon,. We'll build a dream house so lovely. Near to the sun in a day, near to the moon at night,. We'll live in a
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. Don't think of me as one dead. It'll just be the house I once lived in. My spirit, by then, will have fled. I'll have finished my time here alotted. But I won't be in darkness alone. I will have
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I have been a world apart stuck in between time. Head into the ground I'm found falling through fault lines I feel see through, can you see through me? Could I change one thing? Could I change your
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Someone's opening up for business. The morning rings the same old way. But someone should've taught me forgiveness. Now I see it in the cruel light of day Tell him, he's done me a kindness. She
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. I'm in the wrong direction still no support. Because of him you've thrown me away. You could of gone with him and chose another day. . The road that you have taken now. Is all because of me somehow
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all were dead. They got tb and typhoid and athletes foot, diptheria and the flu. 'scuse me great nations comin through. . Balboa found the pacific and on the trail one day. He met some friendly
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into mine. I am. A valley of bones covered in stone. Nothing more than human. Into the unknown, body and soul,. You're calling me good. Only with You the dead come to life, dead come to life. Only with
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There's a crack up in the ceiling. And the kitchen sink is leaking. Out of work and got no money. A Sunday joint of bread and honey What are we living for?. Two-roomed apartment on the second
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, I am an insult to the dead. You should be over this, the infidelities are on account of me. And so I cheat on you, I beat on you with words and with actions. I will never tell the truth in dead
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Don't turn off the light you might draw the Queen of Spades. Don't shut the door you don't need to be alone. I won't bring you no food. There might be some poison in your meat I've got to know are
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, open doors like a gentleman. Tell me “Girl, every day, you’re my everything”. ‘Cause that’s the way you like to do it. And that’s the way you like. Just a little West Coast and a bit of sunshine. Hair
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. . Outside of the gates the trucks were unloadin'. The weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees. The man standin' next to me, his head was exploding. Well, I was prayin' the pieces wouldn't fall on me. Yeah
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took communion. As the first rays of the sun. Lit up the castle's gloomy walls. The fatal day begun. From the castle green the rooks took flight. To the high trees in the east. To their carrion
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expectations. . Of filling this hole in my head. . That was left long ago. . Somewhere in my lifetime, left me feeling dead. . . . She's the energy that runs my day. . And the first star out at night
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I've got time. To watch you spin around in circles. Falling through the cracks. Inside your mind That's fine. And I've been through the darkest hour. Made it to the other side of you. I can
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Requiem. Requiem I am the day you die. I want to be alone. Come see my spirit fly. The road to thunderdome. Call me her majesty. My queendom is my pride. I've seen eternity. The dead is still
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murderer this side of the planet. Most people take it for granted 502 and still doin'. Give a reason I'm hatin' October celebration the dead. Of the black the brown and red sick and tired of being sick
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We wrote our names on the last day of summer. On the insides of each other hands. With empty cans and walls of graffiti. The kind just kids understand. It's not glass or the wires at our feet
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your eyes, you concentrate. Together, that's the way. To send the message, we declare World Contact Day. ♪. Calling occupants of interplanetary craft. Calling occupants of interplanetary craft. Calling
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shall recover. There by the grace of God. There by the grace of God Lay down all your guns. Give them up and then move on. It doesn't mean that you are dead. Passing by the grace of God. There by
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What good is the dawn. That grows into day. The sunset at night. Or living this way For I have the warmth of the sun. (The warmth of the sun). Within me at night. (Within me at night) The love
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Your watching eyes aint new to me. Nor your words of deceit. Since day one I had you down. Ready to dispose a mind. Comatose. Torn to shreds. . Clutching to all that makes. Makes you a man
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Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain. Telling me just what a fool I've been. I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain. And let me be alone again Now the only girl I've ever loved has
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"Look into my eyes," he tells her. "I'm gonna say goodbye," he says, yeah. ?. All the day(?) she thinks of is love, yeah. . They whip him through the streets ?. The gormless and the baying
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premonition. But you're a long time dead Gonna be a long time dead. Misery, the devil's in my head The seasons had already turned. The wind began to howl. A change of fortune is what I need. And there was
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forever tryna turn the pages over. And fight this loosing battle on my own. Tryna just get through my day without the thought of you. All it's written on my face I can't let go. Just when I think I'm
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. Dead or alive. Pick your window you're leaving. . You're running so fast. But you know you're standing still. I'm afraid of your shadow. And the knife in it's hand. You're dancing with death. To
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. You've been talking, I've been all ears. . Words meant to dwell in darkness shall never see the light. . Of day. Words can be broken so can bones, execute the mandate. Mouth full of dirt your name is
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tiLast Mile of the Way. arWestlife. al. Last Mile of the Way. Westlife. I want you with me. When the ground starts to shake. I want you with me. Each day when I wake. And I hope you forgive me. All
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on a corner. Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir. Were singing "Galway Bay". And the bells were ringing out. For Christmas day You're a bum. You're a punk. You're an old slut
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people. Do it for your pride. Never gonna know if you never even try. Do it for your country. Do it for your name. Cause there's gonna be a day. When your, standing in the hall of fame. And the world's
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High and dry in the long hot day. Lost and lonely every way. Got the flats all around me sky up above. Yes I need a little water of love I've been too long lonely and my heart feels pain. Crying
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Bài hát 12 Days Of Christmas - Jason Manns, Misha Collins. On the first day of Christmas. my true love gave to me. A Partridge in a Pear Tree. On the second day of Christmas. my true love gave to me
