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Washington Square. . So cover this warm night. In a blanket of starlight. Then I'll follow this freeway. Out into the air. . In case you should wonder. And wanted to find me. I'm traveling homeward to
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out of town. When I heard the rose of Memhis boys that's when I left the ground. I can't go back to Storyville way down there by the sea. Till I can say I got the rose of Memphis coming home with me
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. Bridge Lisa, Jisoo. All it takes is a smooth pop of a bottle top. To fix a heart, a broken heart, baby. All it takes is a little rollin' paper. Take us to the start, go back to the start. Chorus Rosé
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killing clowns, the blood money men. Are shooting those Washington bullets again As every cell in Chile will tell. The cries of the tortured men. Remember Allende and the days before. Before the army
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The Weeknd. Give me tough love. Leave me with nothin' when I come down. My kind of love. Force me and choke me 'til I pass out. Chorus The Weeknd & Lily-Rose Depp, The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp. We don't
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'Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions. Are faded and gone No flower of her kindred. No rose bud is nigh. To reflect back her blushes. Or, give a sigh
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'Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions. Are faded and gone No flower of her kindred. No rose bud is nigh. To reflect back her blushes. Or, give a sigh
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Eight years of peace and prosperity. Scandal in the White House. An election is what we need. From coast-to-coast to Washington So America voted on a president. No one kept count. On how the
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Throughout the soft and timeless days of august. 'til now the shadows begin to grow much longer. The sunset's fire has deepened blood red. I give you this, the last rose of summer. . A token of
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Throughout the soft and timeless days of August. 'Til now the shadows begin to grow much longer. The sunset's fire has deepened blood red. I give you this, the last rose of summer A token of my
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Thomas Moore, Nina Simone. . 'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh. To reflect back
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the Sunday matinée. You know the greatest films of all time were never made. Pre-Chorus. I guess you never know, never know. And if you wanted me, you really should've showed. And if you never bleed
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Bài hát Stop the World - The Clash. The panorama of the city is wrong. In fact the city seems to be gone. Burning rubber burning smoke in my eyes. There's a flat burning junkheap for twenty square
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The panorama of the city is wrong. In fact the city seems to be gone. Burning rubber burning smoke in my eyes. There's a flat burning junkheap for twenty square miles They took it into the nuclear
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1. There is no rose of such virtue. As is the rose that bare Jesu;. Alleluia. 2. For in this rose contained was. Heaven and earth in little space;. Res miranda. 3. By that rose we may well
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. I win the race and then i fall. I gave it up, to have it all Pre 1. We let go of love so we can go again. We don't hesitate to let somebody in. To build a home just to get lost (hey). We fire it
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Georgia rose, Georgia rose. You're the most precious rose Dixie grows. Though it don't seem quite right. 'Cause your skin's dark as night I know you've heart full of light. To the good Lord above
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Eight years of peace and prosperity. Scandal in the White House. An election is what we need. From coast-to-coast to Washington. . So America voted on a president. No one kept count. On how
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có cố thế nào đi nữa. Watch the hands of time march on. Nhìn cánh tay thời gian diễu hành. And see the caravan of life go by. Và hiểu dòng đời đang trôi qua. And so one day soon. Và rồi một ngày không
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The summer days are ending in the valley. And now the time has come when we must be apart. But like the rose that comes back with the springtime. You will return to bring the summer to my heart
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thorns of a black rose. . A dream of two hearts as one almost came to be true. But what could have been love was destroyed by the wickedness that lives. Inside you
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or budge. The wrong button to push,. No friend of Bush. I'm the centerpiece, your the Maltese. I am a pittbull off his leash,. All this peace talk can cease. All these people I had to leave in limbo
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tender. Like petals falling apart. Speak once again of my love, my own Broken song, empty words I know. Still live in my heart all alone. For the moonlit pass by the Alamo. And Rose, my Rose of San
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of signs. So when you ridin through them rocks don't complicate your mind. And I have learned, every rose has a thorn. And every cowboy sings a sad sad song. And the playback's long and you may lay
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I hear the bells echoes only into the nite. Like the winds blowin’ softly to and fro. The moonlit nite reflects the stars above. Like fire flies in the sky what’s the use of being there alone. When I
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Though you may be pure of heart. And free of sin. An' though you have been chosen. To begin. An' yet you must be worthy of. The prophecy. But seek and you shall find. Your destiny Loneliness