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Captivate, cultivate, relegate and chalk it up to the basic needs. Dissipate, isolate, these days you can't run or believe. All that you read. And all the kids with the down-low brainwaves
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Song Fail With Open Arms - The Sequence. Tell me all the sights you've seen. And all the places that have kept you away from me. Under the same stars. Could never shine so bright inside. Make up for
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I try to know when to leave. She sits in the bedroom and grieves. There's a sequence that starts all again. She can't get up anymore with the pain. The combination of these drugs. Has left her
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now If I lose a sequence here and there. Less derring do than quiet care. Can I rely on you for a good talking to. To be for me the everthere, everthere? If I lose a sequin here and there. And take
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I try to know when to leave. She sits in the bedroom and grieves. There's a sequence that starts all again. She can't get up anymore with the pain. The combination of these drugs. Has left her
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. (Turning the town red). Oh, turning the town red. (Turning the town red) You made your bed. You better face the consequence. A black pool opened at my feet. Into a dream sequence Turning the town red
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. (Turning the town red). Oh, turning the town red. (Turning the town red) You made your bed. You better face the consequence. A black pool opened at my feet. Into a dream sequence Turning the town red
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. (Turning the town red). Oh, turning the town red. (Turning the town red) You made your bed. You better face the consequence. A black pool opened at my feet. Into a dream sequence Turning the town red
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. (Turning the town red). Oh, turning the town red. (Turning the town red) You made your bed. You better face the consequence. A black pool opened at my feet. Into a dream sequence Turning the town red
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Is this the end of the beginning?. Or the beginning of the end?. Losing control or are you winning?. Is your life real or just pretend? Reanimation of the sequence. Rewinds the future to the past
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(Difford/Tilbrook). . He drove up to the motel. In his town and country car. He watched the working women. With the field hands from the farm. He walked into the lobby. With his pleased to see
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When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar. You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart. And opry music on a Saturday night. Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye
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When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar. You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart. And opry music on a Saturday night. Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye
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never say no to anyone but you Too many secrets too many lies, writhing with hatred. Too many secrets, please make it good tonight. With the same image haunts me, in sequence despair of time I will