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gone. I fell in love with the morning sun I had 22 dreams last night. And you were in 21. Thats enough for a lifetime of dreams. Thats enough for anyone 22, 22, 22, 22. 22, 22, 22, 22. 22, 22, 22
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Behind the man Behind the tree. Behind the man. Behind the fence. Behind the way of pure deceit. Behind the way I take offence. Behind the face. Behind the glass. Behind the first. Behind the
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This day is not my life. The passing time is not my life. The thorn that's in my side. Is all these scenes that we regret. The wasted words we can't forget. Through the windows of my room. I
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in all the walls and all the windows. And the flies, they find their way in through the screens. I just pray that hope will go on living. In this house of a thousand dreams She says, My husband's a
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concrete. Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street. No more running, no more hiding in the house of the dead. I think I'll grow some dreads. . I believe in the sanctity of dreams. No more running from
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concrete. Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street. No more running, no more hiding in the house of the dead. I think I'll grow some dreads. . I believe in the sanctity of dreams. No more running from
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I walk along the street of sorrow . The boulevard of broken dreams . Where gigolo and gigalette . Can take a kiss without regret . So they forget their broken dreams . You laugh tonight and cry
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22, 22. It seems like one of those nights. This place is too crowded too many cool kids. It seems like one of those nights. We ditch the whole scene and end up dreaming instead of sleeping. Yeaaaah
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Once upon a time in the land of misty satin dreams. There stood a house and a man who painted nature scenes. He painted trees and fields and animals and streams and he stayed. And he didn't hear
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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Song The Face Behind the Scream - John Cooper Clarke. this case appears to be urgent. kindly pull the screen. cosmetic surgeon. the son of mr. sheen. is jerry building versions. of the face behind
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1. I walk along the street of sorrow -. The boulevard of broken dreams -. Where Gigolo and Gigolette -. Can take a kiss without regret -. and so forget their broken dreams. 2. You laugh today
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, together me and you With dreams and hopes of things to come we worked and never stopped. Not much time for you and me, we had to reach the top. We bought that big two story house and soon became the envy
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Song The House Of Blue Lights - Merrill Moore. Lace up your your boots and a-broom on down. To a knocked-out shack on the edge of town. An eight-beat combo that just won't quit. Keep a-walking till
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I walk along the street of sorrow. The boulevard of broken dreams. Where gigolo and gigolette. Can take a kiss without regret. So they forget their broken dreams You laugh tonight and cry
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?. She picks up her apron in little girl-fashion. As something comes into her mind. Slowly starts dancing rememb'ring her girlhood. And all of the boys she had waiting in line. Oh, such are the dreams
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I've worked since then. To please the men. At the house of the rising sun. . There is a house. Down in new orleans. They call the rising sun. Its been the ruin of many a good girl. And oh god
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I've worked since then. To please the men. At the house of the rising sun. . There is a house. Down in new orleans. They call the rising sun. Its been the ruin of many a good girl. And oh god
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far. Maybe you know where you are fightin' fire with fire All wet hey you might need a raincoat. Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight. Three hundred sixty five degrees. Burning down the house