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Get a pass, take a ride. In the land that is high. High above what you strive. Where the dark never hides all the joy. At the back street carnival. . Ferris wheels spinning 'round. From the
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have often walked down this street before. But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high. Knowing I'm on the street where you live. . Are there lilac
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*** your coat and get you hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. To the sunny side of the street Hear that pitter-pat. That's the happy sound of my feet. Life can be so
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Chorus Lloyd. Ain't nothin' but the street life. That's money cars and hoes. It's the only life I chose. Street life, nothin' but the street life. They love they way I shine. This world is mine
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out of the courage. . She said, please,. There's a crazy man standing outside my door. I live on the corner of a dead end street. At the end of the world. . Oh, and the rocks out in the heart
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Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says, Hello. Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home. I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand. That the king of Oak Street is just an
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There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight. I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight. I've no choice but to follow that call. The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all. I
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won't read your poetry, oh, sweetness please So she took me back to her basement flat. Which was down on Charlotte Street. Though it was never my intention. We were not intense, not least because Well
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. The drought and dry root out The mighty poet I roy was on the wire. Weston did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie. Dread I street 66, the sad man said, any policeman come here. Will get some
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flat somewhere When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street Where I grow up, there were no factories. There was a school and shops and some fields and trees. And rows of houses one by one appeared
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won't read your poetry, oh, sweetness please So she took me back to her basement flat. Which was down on Charlotte Street. Though it was never my intention. We were not intense, not least because Well
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Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah nah nah. Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah nah nah. . I was heading down to Spring Street with a suitcase in my hand. Filled with love and life and grand illusion,. I knew you'd
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Saw you walking out on Sentimental Street. What'cha doing out there. Who you trying to be. I know what you're thinking. 'Cause I've been there myself. I've been kicked so many times. I don't
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tiStreet of Dreams. arGuns N' Roses. alChinese Democracy. Guns N' Roses - Street of Dreams. All the love in the world couldn’t save you. All the innocence inside. You know I tried so hard to make you
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lip. Why do I lash out. Why is it I always shoot from the hip. . I cruise from Houston to canal street. A misfit and a rebel. I see the winds talking to themselves. And I can understand. Why is
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read your poetry, oh sweetness please. So she took me back to her basement flat. Which was down on charlotte street. Though it was never my intention. We were not intense, not least because. Well if
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whispers is there no one around. And no one hears the sound. Her knees give way and hit the ground. . This is the toughest street in town. This is the toughest street in town. This is the toughest
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whispers is there no one around. And no one hears the sound. Her knees give way and hit the ground. . This is the toughest street in town. This is the toughest street in town. This is the toughest
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Love laughs at a king, kings don't mean a thing on the street of dreams. Dreams broken in two can be made like new on the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold's up there on
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Love laughs at a king, kings don't mean a thing on the street of dreams. Dreams broken in two can be made like new on the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold's up there on
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Song Everything Must Go - Manic Street Preachers. Shed some skin for the fear within. Is starting to hurt me with everything Freed from the memory. Escape from our history, history And I just hope
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Song Further Away - Manic Street Preachers. The further away I get from you. The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else. The happier I am when I'm with you. The harder it gets when I
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Song Enola/Alone - Manic Street Preachers. The Statue of Liberty looks so solemn on the TV. 100 percent risk of stepping outside. Every second too precious to try My heart aches for Enola, from my
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I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,. 'Bout an old man who never done wrong. How he died nobody can say,. They found him dead in the street one day. . Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine
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ain't no turning back. He's the kid that cried wolf and got the blame So Joeys on the street again. But his freedoms running out. When you play with fire. One tear can put it out Everybody wants Joey
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I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,. 'Bout an old man who never done wrong. How he died nobody can say,. They found him dead in the street one day. . Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine
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everyone can see the church is covered in gold. . Wish I had a home. With ten million rooms. I'd open up the doors. And let the street children through. Wish that I could scoop. All of those children
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Song Crash Street Kids - Mott The Hoople. See my thoughts and then see my scars. See my clothes, I dress to kill. See my blood and see my gun. The crash street kids are comin' to get ya. (Better run
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. Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete. And it's your face I'm looking for on every street. . A ladykiller - regulation tattoo. Silver spurs on his heels. Says - what can I tell you as I'm standing
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first time in days Now I'm haunted by a longing this afternoon on Main Street You're smiling and oh, how apropos. I once had an ending but now I have the go. I laugh when you say, "Flowers say what they
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Song Slash 'N' Burn - Manic Street Preachers. You need your stars, even killers have prestige. Access to a living you will not see. 24 boredom, I'm convicted instantly. Gorgeous poverty of created
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(Spoken). Yo Black. What's up Street?. Soup's ready. Sure it's ready?. I know it's ready. Is the soup hot?. Too hot. Burnin' hot?. Crazy hot. What's in the soup?. All the ingredients
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Bài hát Cry From The Street (Album Version). Ca sĩ David Gilmour. Black shadows dance beyond the neon glow. There's rumours in your head that just won't let go. They hold on so tight, it makes your
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Song No Surface All Feeling - Manic Street Preachers. Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilized. Just take a look at the whites of my eyes. See me now and I will apologies. For me, for you, we knew
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Well, I'll sing you a song, it ain't very long. About an old man, he never done wrong. How he died nobody can say. They found him dead in the street one day And the crowd, they gathered one fine
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tiThe 59th street bridge song. arPaul Simon. The 59th Street Bridge Song》 -- Simon and Garfunkel. Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones