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Day Of The Dead (Audio) - AJ Hoge. I arrive in Guatemala on The Day of the Dead, November 1st. I’m curious about this holiday, so I go. to the cemetery to see what’s happening. What I find is quite
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of our own lies the alphabet of the free As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember them?. As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember
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Wasting away the better part of the day. In the bus on the docks of the UK. We walked down the street on that all Hallows Eve. But couldn't wait to get back to the US of A The torture of eight
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Bài hát The Pulse Of The Dead - Parasite Inc. Heartbeat, can you be faking?. Dead inside. I‘m waking. Beat me!. I feel a little sick!. Where is the trick?. Your lies are on to kill me. kill the pulse
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wall In the cool red light. In the dead of the night. We wash the pain away, yeah, yeah. As the night turns into morning. And the morning into day. We wash away, wash away. Wash away the pain
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Time wears away all the pleasures of the day. All the treasures you could hold. Days turn to sand, losing strength in every hand. They can't hold you anymore. Already dead to me now, already dead to
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This is the City of the Dead. As we lie side by side in bed. I'd do something else instead. It is the City of the Dead When we went out kickin' around. But you got drunk an' fallen down. An' I
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was quite content in her dream. When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light,. he found comfort in the bottle of Ol' Jimmy Beam. One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole,. he
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chum. Carbonated gastric stew. Excreted, distilled, and imbibed. A nidorous concoction fermented to proof. The dead I tap, siphon, and grind solo "Dead Drunk" by S. C. McGrath. solo "Consumption of
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LOOK OUT ! Once again waiting for the darkness, beat up. spun and scarred. Preparing for another war. Day by day we decay. Sunlight, get out of our way. Dig up yourself from your grave. Bad to
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! . . I want to tell you about Dead City Radio man . And the New Gods of Supertown. A world of Magic Lanterns and Chemical Blues. A world where X stands of the unknown and Y is the zero . Sluggish
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I want to know how it feels to be. Alone as it appears to me. As the start of the day is the end of the night. So the end of the night is the start of the day I know that its true because
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Song Without A Woman I Love(New Audio) - Jaron and The Long Road to Love. I was the fastest, the first one down the mountain . Then all of the other lions, surrounded me like a fountain . But, then
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We're the living dead,. With our blood-shot eyes and our hearts of stone. We all that's left and we won't need rest for we won't go home. We on our feet, where the beasts and the ghouls, and the
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now they're dead, dead flowers I feel like this long string of lights. They lit up our whole house on Christmas Day. But now it's January and the bulbs have all burned out. But still they hang like
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Oh babe, you are the one I love. You are the one I'm thinking of. You know it's still a long long way. But I'll be home at the end of the day I'll sing my songs just for you. And I'll bring my
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Pray for the day. This city? S wall. Concrete for chains. Will crumble and fall. Pray for the day. On top of the world. Nothing breaks in. Cross after cross. They have to dig in. Where to
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Look out!. . Once again waiting for the darkness, beat up. Spun and scarred. Preparing for another war. Day by day we decay. Sunlight, get out of our way. Dig up yourself from your grave
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Look out!. . Once again waiting for the darkness, beat up. Spun and scarred. Preparing for another war. Day by day we decay. Sunlight, get out of our way. Dig up yourself from your grave
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I heard the bells on Christmas day. Their old familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeat. Of peace on earth, good will to men I thought how, as the day had come. The belfries of
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my mind. When this day is through I hope that I will find. That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me. All I need will be mine if you are here. I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on
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. The dead are dancing. The dead are dancing in the town Yes, the dead are dancing. The dead are dancing. The dead are dancing in the town Mother Mary comes to me. In this graveyard of hypocrisy. But
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Song Soup Of The Day - The Vandals. Soup of the day. Flavor of the month. Stain in your pants from your bleeding cup. Sell out Buy in! Never gonna change! Cash out now buy a home on the range. 18
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Song Soup Of The Day - The Vandals. Soup of the day. Flavor of the month. Stain in your pants from your bleeding cup. Sell out Buy in! Never gonna change! Cash out now buy a home on the range. 18
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get dead with the living dead now. Your so dead and I'm so dead. We're all so dead with the living dead. The living dead is walking among us. Thousands of rotting corpses. Feeding from the flesh of the
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skin. The needles that've been piercing through you. It was a pattern of wounds, in a city that's dead. The blood has to be shed. and wasted. DEATH IS WASTED. DEATH IS WASTED. Death is wasted on the
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Where the blue of the night. Meets the gold of the day. Someone waits for me. . And the gold of her hair. Crowns the blue of her eyes. Like a halo, tenderly. . If only I could see her. Oh
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Where the blue of the night. Meets the gold of the day. Someone waits for me. . And the gold of her hair. Crowns the blue of her eyes. Like a halo, tenderly. . If only I could see her. Oh
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. The world revolve from night to day. A voice a chime a chance so blind. Of peace on earth goodwill to men Then pealed the bells more loud and deep. God is not dead nor doubt He sleeps. The wrong
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Song I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day - Johnny Cash. I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeat. Of peace on earth goodwill to men. I
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeat. Of peace on earth goodwill to men. . I thought how as the day had come. The belfries of
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you won't see me. In my ragged company. You know I could never be alone. Take me down, little Susie, take me down. I know you think you're the queen of the underground. And you can send me dead flowers
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, tonight as my head hits the pillow. I will ask myself as I look out the same window At the end of the day, did I laugh and dance enough. Did I tell my friends, how much they really mean to me. At the end
