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I'm going down to South Park. Gonna have myself a time. Friendly faces everywhere. Humble folks without temptation. I'm going down to South Park. Gonna leave my woes behind. Ample parking day or
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. And from a jail came the wail. Of a down-hearted frail. And they played that. As part of the blues. From a whippoorwill. Way up on a hill. They took a new note. Pushed it through a horn. Until it was
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I caught a glimpse of Heaven last night. To the left of your body, to the right of your mind. Lost in a riddle I was helpless to understand. I went to a healer, the healer held my hand She said
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South of the border, down Mexico way. That's where I fell in love when stars above came out to play. Now as I wander my thoughts ever stray. South of the border, down Mexico way She was a picture
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Bài hát The Birth Of Evil - Ancient Bards. Storyteller . In Westland one day . A stranger appeared . His name was Dorus. He had a revelation. Daltor he met. The king of the West. And breathlessly
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He's a hero of the war. All the neighborhood is talkin' 'bout your son. Mrs. Reiley get his medals. Hand them 'round to everyone. Show his gun to all the children in the street. It's too bad he
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inside my brain it's just a small thing. calling down the rain. i've tried to make it easy. to live inside my pain. it's just the small. things that bring. you to mind. a. fractured smile and
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When the south wind of summer. Sings through the trees. And the high mountain thunder. Hangs low in the breeze A strong heart flows over. An empty heart fills. And the south wind of summer
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witness to the death of a hero. I burned all the pictures in the attic. And threw away the magazines. That night I saw through all the magic. And now I'm a witness to the death of a hero. ♪. I tried to look
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Land of my birth, land of my birth. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Love you, Jamaica, Jamaica, I love you. Land of my birth, land of my birth. I love you, I love you
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HeRo. I'm just a step away. I'm just a breath away. Losing my faith today. Falling off the edge today. I am just a man. Not superhuman. I'm not superhuman. Someone save me from the hate. It's just
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got a job with the TVA. He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet Sing it Chorus Play it Sing it Chorus Song, song of the south Gone, gone with the wind Song, song of the south. Sweet potato
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got a job with the TVA. He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet Sing it Chorus Play it Sing it Chorus Song, song of the south Gone, gone with the wind Song, song of the south. Sweet potato
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the times were so good. Oh in the all familiar places. I'd go back if I could To the people of the south wind. To the people of the southern wind. To the people of the south wind. To the people of
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the times were so good. Oh in the all familiar places. I'd go back if I could To the people of the south wind. To the people of the southern wind. To the people of the south wind. To the people of
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the times were so good. Oh in the all familiar places. I'd go back if I could To the people of the south wind. To the people of the southern wind. To the people of the south wind. To the people of
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When I was young you said to me. How I would grow to find. A world of hope and wonder. That you would leave behind So now I look around me. I see where you were wrong. The tears that flow for
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and turn and dream of what I need I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast. And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a
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Bài hát The Boy in the Bubble - Paul Simon. It was a slow day. And the sun was beating. On the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light. A shattering of shop windows. The bomb
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It was a slow day. And the sun was beating. On the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light. A shattering of shop windows. The bomb in the baby carriage. Was wired to the
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turn and I dream of what I need I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast. And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero
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Bài hát It Came Out Of The Sky - Creedence Clearwater Revival. Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline. Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't b'lieve what he seen. Laid on
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Originally by Paul Simon. . It was a slow day. And the sun was beating. On the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light. A shattering of shop windows. The bomb in the baby
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Song Hero Takes A Fall (Album Version) - Bangles. . The hero is exposed when. His crimes are brought to the light of day. Wont be feeling sorry, sorry, sorry. On the judgement day. . Wasn't it
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and turn and dream of what I need. . (techno). (ohhhh, Ohhh). I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong. And he's gotta be fast. And he's gotta be
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circus. A birth ritual, a birth of idiots. Now I woke up blessed and good strives for heartache. Marked for the death ritual, ritual, ritual As you start the song and face this garden. I light a
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? . Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? . Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need . I need a hero, I'm holding out for at hero 'till the end of the night . He's gotta be strong
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Chaos rampant in an age of distrust. Confrontations impulsive sabbath On and on south of Heaven The root of all evil is the heart of a black soul. The force that has lived all eternity. The never
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South?. How can you build on the banks of a river when the floodwater pours. From the mouth?. How can you be a Christian?. How can you be a Jew?. How can you be a Mulsim, a Buddhist, a Hindu?. How can you
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watch the circus. A (birth?) ritual. A birth of idiots. Now I woke up blessed. And good strives for heart ache. Marked for the death ritual, ritual, ritual. Chorus. As you start the song. And face
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underground, another year another pound. Everything is just the same. Nothing ventured nothing gained. All you hear is the sound of the hero underground This is life black and white. under a grey sky
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with you. Now I don't need your wings to fly. No, I don't need a hand to hold in mine this time. You held me down, but I broke free. I found the love inside of me. Now I don't need a hero to survive
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Grew up on the country side of town. Now I'm ballin' under city lights. Grew up on the country side of town. Now I'm ballin' under city lights. King of the south, king of the south, king of the
