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. . Wide-angle watcher. On life's ancient tales,. Steeped in the history of London. . Mist in the streets of Westminster. Wistful and weathered,. The pride still prevails,. Alive in the streets of the
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Late afternoon in the open air;. A human sea made out of mud and hair. Ain't nothing like a festival crowd. There's too many people so we play too loud. Touch down, plane's on the ground,. Look
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At a point below zero. There's no place left to go. Six hundred unknown heroes. Were killed like sleeping buffalo. . Through the devil's canyon. Across the battlefield. Death has no companion
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At a point below zero. There's no place left to go. Six hundred unknown heroes. Were killed like sleeping buffalo. . Through the devil's canyon. Across the battlefield. Death has no companion
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----------. . The Snow Goose swept off course by a sea. Storm just reaches the Essex coast. Fritha. Finds her exhausted and wounded on the. Beach and gently cradles her, for she has. Heard
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I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go. I'm lonely in London and London is lonely so. I cross the streets without fear. Everybody keeps the way clear. I know, I know no one here to say
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It seems as though I've lived my life. On the bad side of the moon. To stir your dregs in sickness still. Without the rustic spoon. . Common people live with me. Where the light has never shone
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When I'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more telepathic. Tired of the
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Yeah, keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel. Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel. We're goin' to the Roadhouse. We're gonna have a real. Good time. . Back at
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Children. It's a Long Hard Journey Home. It's a Long Hard Journey Home". . I Dreamed I Saw Professor Longhair. In The Heavens High Above. Smiling Down On the Festival. Smile So Full Of Love
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Dedication. Bonus Tracks Recorded Live at the Woodstock Festival Saturday, August 16, 1969. (previously unreleased)
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Dedication. Bonus Tracks Recorded Live at the Woodstock Festival Saturday, August 16, 1969. (previously unreleased)
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toot toot toot. Silver rain was falling down. Upon the dirty ground of London Town. Someone somewhere has to know. Silver rain was falling down. Upon the dirty ground of London Town
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folks you're gonna stay away. . Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street. You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet. Somebody shows you round. Now you've met the London boys. Things seem good
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yesterday's news. . So how can you tell me you're lonely. And say for you that the sun don't shine. Let me take you by the hand. And lead you through the streets of London. I'll show you something. To
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When I look back boy I must have been green. Bopping in the country, fishing in a stream. Looking for an answer trying to find a sign. Until I saw your city lights honey I was blind. . They said
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Artist Bodies Without Organs. When I'm in Berlin you're off to London . When I'm in New York you're doing Rome . All those crazy nights we spend together . As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be
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When I'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more telepathic. Tired of the
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When i'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more telepathic. Tired of the
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When I'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more telepathic. Tired of the
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Sunshine in the rain. When I'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more
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Your lips shine like Paris. Mon amour. A toi toujours. Ma chrie. But your tears bring a little London for me. Berlin can never be so cold as you reach Baby,won't you dance with me into the night
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Goodbye Norma Jean. Though I never knew you at all. You had the grace to hold yourself. While those around you crawled. They crawled out of the
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When they begin the beguine. It brings back the sound of music so tender. It brings back a night of tropical splendor. It brings back a memory ever green I'm with you once more under the stars
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When they begin the beguine. It brings back the sound of music so tender. It brings back a night of tropical splendor. It brings back a memory ever green I'm with you once more under the stars
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, the fire. It is the flower that you took the time to smell. It is the power that you know you got it well. It is the fear inside that you can overcome. This is the orchestra, the rhythm and the drum
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Well I wish that I was in London. Or some other seaport town. Step my foot in a steamboat. And sail the ocean round Sailing round the ocean. Sailing round the sea. I'd think of Handsome Molly
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Bài hát The Hills - The Weeknd. Your man on the road, he doin' promo. You said, "Keep our business on the low-low". I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone. 'Cause you look even better than the
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Did you notice that just recently in London town. The flags all waved. The people smiled a lot, the world was right. But now it seems that nothing's changed. My ears are ringing with the promise
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moving. Put your drinks up. Pick your body up and drop it on the floor. Let the rhythm change your world on the floor. You know we're running sh*t tonight on the floor. Brazil Morocco. London to Ibiza
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Tell as old as time, true as it can be Barely even friends, then somebody bends Unexpectedly Just a little change Small to say the least Both a little scared Neither one prepared To the end there'll
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Down in the valley, valley so low. Hang your head over. And hear the wind blow. . Can't you hear the wind blow, my love. Can't you hear the wind blow. Down in the valley, valley so low
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When i'm in Berlin you're off to London. When I'm in New York you're doing Rome. All those crazy nights we spend together. As voices on the phone. Wishing we could be more telepathic. Tired of the