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In the quiet of Christmas morning. In the peace of Christmas dawn. The child that is the future. Will see the earth reborn When we take our Christmas journey. In the steps that went before. With
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When the shades are drawn. And the light of the moon is banned. And the stars up above. Walk the heavens, hand in hand There's a shady place. At the end of the working day. Where young lovers go
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. Tôi khẽ nghĩ là. Có khi nào. Tình yêu tươi đẹp quá, chỉ là không dành cho ta. Hàng cây trơ trọi lá, thu tàn lại một lần đi qua. Dù mai sau đời có thế nào thì cũng chỉ là bao điều phù du. Cứ thế, dẫu
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Frank zappa (lead guitar). Ian underwood (alto saxophone). Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone). Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, snorks). Buzz gardner (trumpet, flugel horn). Roy estrada (bass
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We are riding for the battle field in force tonight. Fury of the darkest evil, cry for war. Far beyond the boundaries of hell and starlight. On the road to lands unknown, forever more Through the
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jouer les durs, les cascadeurs. Des souvenirs hauts en couleur. De l'utopie d'un monde meilleur. De tout ce qu'on a appris par cœur. . Restent les murs porteurs. Pour se couper du vent. Pour tenir
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jouer les durs, les cascadeurs. Des souvenirs hauts en couleur. De l'utopie d'un monde meilleur. De tout ce qu'on a appris par cœur. . Restent les murs porteurs. Pour se couper du vent. Pour tenir
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Call of the wild. Call of the wild. Call of the wild People tell me this. And people that me that. Ooh, everybody thinks they know. Where it's at Life is getting harder. And it's tearing me
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Song Night After Night - Lee Roy Parnell. Day after day I do alright I hardly think about you. Finding a way each waking hour to live my life without you. But when I lay down and I close my eyes and
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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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you. Squinched up your face and did a dance. You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants. I don't see what anyone can see. In anyone else but you. Du, du, du. Du, du, du. Du, du, du. But you
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really cool. (they thought so anyway). The would be delighted to tell you how suave they where. At the drop of a hat There was three of 'em. One of them thought she was a beauty queen. The other one
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I want to know how it feels to be. Alone as it appears to me. As the start of the day is the end of the night. So the end of the night is the start of the day I know that its true because
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people. Are the people who look and think like you. But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger. You learn things you never knew. You never knew. * Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
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The stars at night - are big and bright. Deep in the heart of texas. The prairie sky - is wide and high. Deep in the heart of texas The sage in bloom - is like perfume. Deep in the heart of texas
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. Sometimes I feel so helpless. I don't know where to start And the face of the nation. Keeps changin' and changin'. The face of the nation. I don't recognize it no more Face of the nation. Face of the
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If I walk in the pathway of duty. If I work til the close of the day, Lord. I shall see the great king in all his beauty. When I've gone the last mile of the way, Lord, yes sir When Ive gone the
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Song Elle Est Où Ma Loge ? - Les Wampas. Elle est où ma loge ???. Je veux rentrer chez moi j’en ai assez. Encore du ska festif en 1ère partie. Le chien d’ Patricia Kaas me lèche le nez. Je mériterais
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Bài hát It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year - Andy Williams. It's the most wonderful time of the year. With the kids jingle belling. And everyone telling you be of good cheer. It's the most
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Moi je ne me plains de rien, on verra bien demain. Je sais qu'il y a du grain, tout plein les moulins et j'aime bien le pain. Je ne suis pas trиs sage, j'ai oubliй mon вge. La pluie ne m'a jamais
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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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And he laid her down in a field of corn,. And the sun was on his back,. Up above there was, a clear blue sky,. She held him by the hand,. She had known him since they both were young,. He'd been
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The shadow of your smile. Under the open skies. As I close my eyes. I can feel the wind arise. . We're made of star dust. Our lives ahead of us. . We'll ride The magic bus into the heart of
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The joy of the Lord will be my strength. I will not falter, I will not faint. He is my Shepherd, I am not afraid. The joy of the Lord is my strength The joy of the Lord. The joy of the Lord. The
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mississippi line. I'm up the old tombigbee river. High as the pines, all the time Elegamment les batos passant. Ben on la flota vec du van. All I'm trying to say is i'm. Never far away from. Alabama frame
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It's the most wonderful time of the year. With the kids jingle belling. And everyone telling you be of good cheer. It's the most wonderful time of the year It's the hap-happiest season of all
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Hordes of the metamorphic kill filling the sky. Reflecting the total. Termination in a blinding blink of an eye. . Intoxicated bliss. Decayed, one last kiss. The countdown starts from here
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turning. We didn't start the fire. No, we didn't light it. But we tried to fight it. . Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiov,. Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc. . Roy Cohn
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turning. We didn't start the fire. No, we didn't light it. But we tried to fight it. . Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiov,. Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc. . Roy Cohn
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lа, je n'attends que toi. Tout est possible, tout est permis. 2. Vi. Ens, йcoute, les mots qui vibrent. Sur les murs du mois de mai. Ils te disent la certitude. Que tout peut changer un jour. 3
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alone, we were ever so brave on the telephone. Would you care to come down for fireworks time,. we could each just reach, we step out of line. And the smell of the smoke and the lay of the land. and
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, me and my crew on the cutie patrol. It really doesn't matter, as long as I get one. and have some fun before the night is done so I. jet upstairs, make sure they're ready. Call Wiz, T-Roy, Nik Dane
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Subways stumbling through the night. Flashing rows of neon lights. People with no place to go. Rushing madly to and frow. A shrine where all the nameless robots. Pay homage to their countrey
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Song It's Over - Roy Orbison. Your baby doesn't love you any more. Golden days before they end. Whisper secrets to the wind. Your baby won't be near you any more. Tender nights before they fly. Send
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then perhaps a leather band. To go around my head. Some feathers and bells. And a book of Indian lore. I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce. How to get to Height Street. And smoke an awful lot of