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shut down. On State Street that great street I just want to say. They do things they don't do on Broadway. They have a time, the time of their life. I saw a man, he danced with his wife. In Chicago
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La la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la. Ring around the rosies. Pocket full of posies. Taste the hands of children. Happiness of children. . Death
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Song Soul Of My Soul - Michael Bolton. We may be strangers. We may be worlds apart sometimes. And it's hard to accept. The things we just don't understand, yeah. So blind to each other. We only
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Song Soul Of My Soul - Michael Bolton. We may be strangers. We may be worlds apart sometimes. And it's hard to accept. The things we just don't understand, yeah. So blind to each other. We only
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In the silence of darkness, among the shadows of the dead we hear. A wolf howling hungry to wake up children of the graves. Unripe Vengeance! The cult that serves as revenge. Has put forward it's
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Well you rock my soul. Down in the bosom of Abraham. Rock, rock, rock down in the bosom of Abraham. He rocks my soul down in the bosom of Abraham Well a rich man lives, He lives so well. Children
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Pay no attention to the writing on the wall. The words seem empty 'cause there's nothing there at all. We let the wise men beat the drums too soon. We were just children of the moon. No one to
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I'm going to ask the question. Please answer if you can. Is there anybody's children can tell me. What is the soul of a man? (CHORUS). Won't somebody tell me. Answer if you can. Won't somebody
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We are children of production. Produced in conjunction. With the urgency of our Dr. Funkenstein In his widsom he forenotioned. The shortcomings of your condition. So, we the clones, were
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Verse. We are the children of today. We are the ones that got away. The future left unsaid. It's our time to change the world. You'll make it better as we learn. We are the only ones who can. We are
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Song Children Of The Light - Jackson 5, Michael Jackson. Children of the Light, oh. Children of the Light, oh. People work and people talk. And think that their alive. But ask them what their life's
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Song Children Of The Light - Jackson 5, Michael Jackson. Children of the Light, oh. Children of the Light, oh. People work and people talk. And think that their alive. But ask them what their life's
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Bài hát Children Of The Night - Kate Covington. Come little children , I'll take thee away . Into a land of enchantment. Come little children , the time's come to play. Here in my garden of shadows
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Well you can bump and grind. And it's good for your mind. Well you can twist and shout. Let it all hang out But you won't fool the children of the revolution. No you won't fool the children of
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we've had our sticky times. We were able to survive, this love is real Soul of my soul, each beat of my heart. You light up my life, let's make a start. Soul of my soul, dream of my dreams. You light
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Children of this time She spends one evening alone, she's on fire. Thinkin' of you in a dream. You come home and she says you're a liar. Asking where have you been But she's the angel of your
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Now this could only happen to a guy like me. And only happen in a town like this. So may I say to each of you most gratefully. As I throw each one of you a kiss This is my kind of town, Chicago is
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Now this could only happen to a guy like me. And only happen in a town like this. So may I say to each of you most gratefully. As I throw each one of you a kiss This is my kind of town, Chicago is
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born to wealth. Earned by someone else. And when their moment comes. They take it and they run. Some are born to be. Lonely refugees. Their heart must weigh a ton. . Children of the night. Their
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, Chicago is. My kind of town, Chicago is. My kind of people, too. People who smile at you. . And each time I roam, Chicago is. Calling me home, Chicago is. Why I just grin like a clown. It's my kind
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, Chicago is. My kind of town, Chicago is. My kind of people, too. People who smile at you. . And each time I roam, Chicago is. Calling me home, Chicago is. Why I just grin like a clown. It's my kind
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, Chicago is. My kind of town, Chicago is. My kind of people, too. People who smile at you. . And each time I roam, Chicago is. Calling me home, Chicago is. Why I just grin like a clown. It's my kind
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, Chicago is. My kind of town, Chicago is. My kind of people, too. People who smile at you. . And each time I roam, Chicago is. Calling me home, Chicago is. Why I just grin like a clown. It's my kind
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, Chicago is. My kind of town, Chicago is. My kind of people, too. People who smile at you. . And each time I roam, Chicago is. Calling me home, Chicago is. Why I just grin like a clown. It's my kind
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cold empty spot in your big brass bed When you're mad at the world. And you feeling like you're losing control. All you need to get by is a little bit of soul. Oh a little bit of soul, yeah Now when