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surely be your brother). (So brother please). Heed the call. (The piper he's still piping). The magic in the music. (The drummer he's still drumming). The message in the music. (Sweet songs of loving
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stillness still that doesn't end. But slowly drifts into sleep. The stars are the greatest thing you've ever seen. And they're there for you. For you alone you are the everything. I think about this world a
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beast. . All of my songs can only be composed of the greatest of pains. Every single verse can only be born of the greatest of wishes. I wish I had one more night to live. . A saint blessed me
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Bobby's drivin' through the city tonight. Through the lights in a hot new rent-a-car. He joins the lovers in his heavy machine. It's a scene down on Sunset Boulevard. Say goodbye to Hollywood
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Bài hát Hall Of Fame (Beat & Instrumental) - The Script, will. i. am . Yeah, you could be the greatest. You can be the best. You can be the king kong banging on your chest. You could beat the world
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. Come. One day every tongue will confess. You are God. One day every knee will bow. Still the greatest treasure remains for those. Who gladly choose you now. Come, now is the time to worship. Come, now is
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?. . Watch the cities rise. Another ship arrives. Earths melting pot and ever growing. Fantastic dreams come true. Inventing something new. The greatest minds, and never knowing. . The guns replace the
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swing. Strike up the band. There is work to be done, to be done. There are songs to be sung, to be sung. Hey, you son-of-a-, son-of-a-gun. Here's a plan. Come along, yea a bow. Get it on, let's go. Hey
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slowly out of gray. A tolling bell. Rolling down the alleyway. It's calling all my dreams away. My dreams are songs I play
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strain. With folk songs plaintive and others gay. In their own peculiar way. . American folk songs, i feel. Have a much stronger appeal. . The real American folksong is a rag. A mental jag. A
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. The desolate, the suffering, the plundered, the oppressed The gods love Nubia, the glorious creation. The songs roll sweetly across the harvest plain. The tears of Nubia, a passing aberration. They
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Baby all the lights are turned on you. Now you're in the center of the stage. Everything revolves on what you do. Ah, you are in your prime; you've come of age. . And you can always have your
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see? (I love you). How can I tell you about my loved one?. BLAINE & (THE WARBLERS). You'd think that people would've had enough of silly love songs (Ooooh). But I look around me and I see it isn't so
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the curls in their hair. While the shy tormented youth sit way over there. And the songs they get louder. Each one better than before. . And you're singing the songs. Thinking this is the life
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When you look into my eyes. And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul. It always comes as a surprise. When I feel my withered roots begin to grow. . Well I never had a place. That I could call my
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the curls in their hair. While the shy tormented youth sit way over there. And the songs they get louder. Each one better than before. . And you're singing the songs. Thinking this is the life
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Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns. Let men their songs employ. While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains. Repeat the sounding joy. Repeat the sounding joy. Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy
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a while in paradise. I have often paid the price. . Now the notes I sang are mine. All back where they belong. . Chorus. So many songs are in my heart. They keep us close when we're apart. . In