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In the attic lights. Voices scream. Nothin' seen. Real's the dream Leaving the things that are real behind. Leaving the things that you love from mind. All of the things that you learned from
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breast. Please see from me if her hair hangs long. That's the way I remember her best. . I'm a-wonderin' if she remember me at all. Many times I've often prayed. In the darkness of my night. In the
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breast. Please see from me if her hair hangs long. That's the way I remember her best. . I'm a-wonderin' if she remember me at all. Many times I've often prayed. In the darkness of my night. In the
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, from the green land of her birth. She faded into a flower, that would bloom for one bright eve. He could not take from the forest, what was never meant to leave.
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It is the end of all hope. To lose the child, the faith. To end all the innocence. To be someone like me. This is the birth of all hope. To have what I once had. This life unforgiven. It will
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It is the end of all hope. To lose the child, the faith. To end all the innocence. To be someone like me. This is the birth of all hope. To have what I once had. This life unforgiven. It will
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It is the end of all hope. To lose the child, the faith. To end all the innocence. To be someone like me. This is the birth of all hope. To have what I once had. This life unforgiven. It will
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In the still of the night as I gaze from my window. At the moon in its flight, my thoughts all stray to you. In the still of the night, while the world is in slumber. Oh, the times without number
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dancing lights. Chase the world from far below, silent, sleeping indigo. Drifting down into the endless night. Chorus. I can not resist your call. I can not resist your call. The sïrens of the sea. Take my
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the end of the world?. It ended when you said goodbye. Oh, what memories, what memories from 19 hundred and 63. Well, later that same year the Golden Caddie blouse was introduced by the Christon.
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thy holy birth. And praises sing to God the king. And peace to men on earth Oh little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by Yet in
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thy holy birth. And praises sing to God the king. And peace to men on earth Oh little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by Yet in
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, with a lady friend. Give thanks to the most that's how the day begins in the game. . Chorus. . Verse Three. I just wanna be like Akeelah, an achiever. from the streets of the Chi where some get
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. Of our own demise. Torn apart by gravity. Our world will not survive. Are those the eyes of god. That burn so bright. Or the hands of death. Reaching through the night. Death comes swiftly from
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Song Theme From The Dukes Of Hazzard (Good Ol' Boys) - Waylon Jennings. Just'a good ol' boys. Never meanin' no harm. Beats all you never saw. Been in trouble with the law. Since the day they was born
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sometimes. It's got to be done. Over, it's over at last. And the message inside is we feel the new life. From the past We're falling off the edge of the world. Yes, the edge of the world. It's the end
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Bài hát We Shared The Night - Michael Learns To Rock. Alone with you on naked feet. Creep into your soul. We reached the end of Lonely Street. The end of feeling cold. I have cried a thousand times
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Bài hát Far From Any Road - The Handsome Family. From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows. Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote. She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun
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and I can see the lights I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made it all this way. From Camden Town Station to 44th and 8th. Not many make it this far and many say we're great. But just like them we
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Oh the waters' so deep on the river of Jordan. And the lite shines so bright from heaven above. And the midnite is past a new day is dawning (from heaven on high). Oh the great ship will anchor in
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One step two step, close the door. All my records are on the floor. No time to myself it seems. People in my lounge hangin' from the beams Enough time to think 'cause the phone isn't ringin
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The Blood Hounds records called One Fierce Beer Coaster. And on the front of the record there's a picture of a beer coaster. So the record looks like a beer coaster. Ho ho ho ho. That's some
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There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit. Whole lot of people struggling tonight from the disease of conceit. Comes right down the highway straight down the line
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. Ding Dong Ding Dong. Hark!. Ding, dong, ding, dong. That is their song. With joyful ring. All caroling. One seems to hear. Words of good cheer. From ev'rywhere. Filling the air. Oh how they pound
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Oh desert speak to my heart. Oh woman of the earth. Maker of children who weep for love. Maker of this birth. Till your deepest secrets are known to me. I will not be moved, I will not be moved
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in the face of hip hop, stick it for papes. Because I'm on a paper chase, yes I'm on a paper chase. My Timberlands are fully laced I be the Mr. Boogeyman. With records from 125th to Japan. I let
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?. What should I do?. I don't understand what you want from me. 'Cause I don't know if I can trust you. Or all of the things you said to me. And I may never know the answer to this endless mystery
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. And to stand by your wife, at the moment of birth. A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing. A time just for living, a place for to die. T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth. Now
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The bells. Of St. Mary's. Ah. Here they. Are calling. The young loves. And the true loves. That come. From the sea. . And so my beloved. When the red leaves. Are falling. The love bells
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the heartbeat of the land. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. Not by birth, but in my heart. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y.
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, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night. . Close you eyes and surrender to your
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fear of what's to come. But one day this journey will greet death. And the time will come to leave the deck. Birth to death and shore to shore. Maybe the journey will begin once more
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the easy smile of a true psychotic. A sort of refugee. From the heart of the apostolic sea. From one flat fee to another flat fee. The hours are short and the money's free. And the guardian angels are
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Blood marks the trail. Red paints the horizon. Hunter's moon embraced. With howling forlorn. Daybreak reveals the marks. Traces of the wounded leader. Rules the lands from these woods and
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with gold. We never let go of the mics we hold Our joints get played your selects the mode. D. M. C. 's spittin' flame while your jams is cold. Over thirty-million records worldwide we sold. Darryl
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Bài hát Đồng Hồ Tuyết - Trương Vĩnh Đạt. Flames of fire, burns the sky. In the blackened night, I hear the. Ancient cry saddened tears, falls from above. Storms of grief, embrace my soul. Through the
