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Echos move. Across the bedpost. Make it past. The windows. Fade into the night. My fears clouding up. My head for years. Drift away. Like paper boats. Into the sea Call. The brothers Wright
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be free. And that's the way it turned out to be. Flow river flow, let your waters wash down. Take me from this road to some other town Flow river flow, past the shaded tree. Go river, go, go to the
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when the summer's gone. The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow. Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long. I am the force that in springtime will grow I am the voice of the past
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soothe pain with sympathy. All that we can do is be reminded. We shake our heads at the tragedy Every day we're standing in a time capsule. Racing down a river from the past. Every day we're standing
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to know. . All your past sins. Are since past. You should be sleeping. It's all right. Sleep tight. Through the long night with me. With me. . No, I didn't start it. You're broken hearted
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Past lives couldn't ever hold me down. Lost love is sweeter when it's finally found. I've got the strangest feeling. This isn't our first time around . Past lives couldn't ever come between us. Some
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Past lives couldn't ever hold me down. Lost love is sweeter when it's finally found. I've got the strangest feeling. This isn't our first time around . Past lives couldn't ever come between us. Some
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own special way. As the mirrors crumble. At the end of the day, aha Dark rivers are flowing back into the past. You are the fish for which I cast. And what of the future, what is to be. As the
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glitter in the air. Have you ever looked fear in the face. And said I just dont care. Its only half past the point of no return. The tip of the iceberg. The sun before the burn. The thunder before the
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glitter in the air. Have you ever looked fear in the face. And said I just dont care. Its only half past the point of no return. The tip of the iceberg. The sun before the burn. The thunder before the
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, follow me, yeah, follow me. To the sand, to the sand, the purest sand. Into the sea, into the sea, yeah, let's go. Out beyond the water's edge,. Far out past the coral ledge,. Underneath the diamond
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passion for glory. Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past. You must fight just to keep them alive. Chorus. It's the eye of the tiger. It's the thrill of the fight. Rising up to the challenge of our
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still breathing happy above the clouds Oh home, home at last. Because all of the bad times are past, past Music is a lady that I still love. 'Cause she gives me the air that I breathe. Music is a lady
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Growing darkness never ever leaves me. Just in time, time to see the sun. And every shadow disbelieves me. Making mine, mine a longer run, yeah Clouds roll past and leave their thunder. Just a
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Growing darkness never ever leaves me. Just in time, time to see the sun. And every shadow disbelieves me. Making mine, mine a longer run, yeah Clouds roll past and leave their thunder. Just a
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joint so bad. . Pass the street light. Out past midnight. . Ahh. . Hanging out, down the street. The same old thing we did last week. Not a thing to do. But talk to you
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the night. I'll guide you through the lightnin'. Stay close by my side. Up in the clouds I found my voice. Up past the shouts and broken noise. So don't let me fall, where I don't belong. I can't go
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from the grip of reality. Rejecting Cognition. as the pages turn. Sinking in a pool of ether. The past is washed clean!. Rip apart the world!. word by word. inch by inch. sever your timeline. Silence
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the bottle And everything matters. Everything matters. Everything you say. Everything you do And the past comes back to smack you around. For all the things you thought you've got for free. For the
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many times, it happens too fast. You trade your passion for glory. Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past. You must fight just to keep them alive. . Chorus. It's the Eye of the Tiger
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many times, it happens too fast. You trade your passion for glory. Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past. You must fight just to keep them alive. . Chorus. It's the Eye of the Tiger
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Title Past Lives. Artist Ke$ha . We were lovers in a past life,. I can see it in your green eyes,. Maybe you were one of my wives,. In the long lost tribe. There's just somethin' 'bout you I
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. Been here forever too our battle is worth the fight. Not the little kids you knew before. We are, broken hearts with the motive to move the world. Doesn't matter your past, all my boys and girls. With
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. The names it has blown in the past. With it's crutch, it's old age, and it's wisdom. It whispers "no, this won't be the last". And the wind cries mary. And the wind cries mary
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. Talk of the way they saw him last. Local boy in the photograph. He'll always be twenty three. Yet the train runs on and on. Past the place they found his clothing. . There's no mistake. I smell
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I see a graveyard's past. The revolution's taken back. Whatever happened to the sons No more sunshine here. Only darkness here. There's no one living in this town 'Cause the dead are dancing
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As the heat is rising, out there in the past. Fallen angels calling, they have come to last. They are coming out of the dark. Then the horsemen ride out,. everything grows cold. Now their armies
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out the others' crimes. . Well, our past lies dressed in white. We're all just dragged to the fight. Broken in two,. Hurting as one. Hurting as one. Hurting as one. Hurting as. . Ooh, ooh, ooh
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We are the children who grew too fast. We are the dust of a future past. We raise our voices in the night. Crying to heaven. And will our voices be heard. Or will they Break Like The Wind. We
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. Talk of the way they saw him last. Local boy in the photograph. He'll always be twenty three. Yet the train runs on and on. Past the place they found his clothing. . There's no mistake. I smell
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. Fragmentation is the rule. Unity is not taught in school. You are an unnatural growth. On a funny sunny street. The city has forgotten you. It's symbols of the past. The meaning of it's state. Its order of
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. Fragmentation is the rule. Unity is not taught in school. You are an unnatural growth. On a funny sunny street. The city has forgotten you. It's symbols of the past. The meaning of it's state. Its order of
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