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Your echoes. Bursting of the walls into my heart. Echoes. Reaching me no matter where you are. Your echoes. This is really and baby, I can't let go. I can't help surrender to your echoes
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Though you are gone I still wear your ring. They're playing the song we used to sing. Echoes of love, echoes of love. Are coming to me out of the past The letters you wrote, I treasure them so
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Bài hát Hello Vietnam - Quỳnh Anh. English. Tell me all about this name, that is difficult to say. It was given me the day I was born. Want to know about the stories of the empire of old. My eyes say
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echoes of a heart Coming off the ceiling, rolling down the hall. Through a vacant feeling like a distant call. I hear nothing but the rise and fall Not a sound, then it starts. Something speaks from the
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Though you are gone, I still wear your ring. They're playing the song we used to sing. Echoes of love, echoes of love. Are coming to me out of the past. The letters you wrote I treasure them so
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You will be always on my mind. I don’t know how to say goodbye. I wasn’t brave enough to cry. I try to leave it all behind. But echoes of you come back around. . I hear the echoes of your love
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You will be always on my mind. I don’t know how to say goodbye. I wasn’t brave enough to cry. I try to leave it all behind. But echoes of you come back around. . I hear the echoes of your love
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You will be always on my mind. I don’t know how to say goodbye. I wasn’t brave enough to cry. I try to leave it all behind. But echoes of you come back around. . I hear the echoes of your love
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Verse. Throw a rock into a pond. Ripples fade away. Human Hearts aren't so lucky. Love's battle scars remain (Oh). I can't let go of the. One thing I wanted most. I'm chasing echoes. Echoes of your
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Bài hát My Vietnam - P!nk. Daddy was a soldier. He taught me about freedom. Peace and all the great things. That we can take advantage of. Once I fed the homeless. I ́ll never forget. The look upon
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regions. Echoes from the other world turn horizons into endless ever present. Echoes. Many other worlds true horizon starts to turn. Numberless names with the force of the ninth wave. Keep to the call
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, dear, ever since we've been apart. I know dear that I was wrong, I can't go on. For you're always in the echo of my heart. . My heart echoes now that you're gone dear. My heart echoes with misery
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know of you is all the sights of war. A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar. One day I'll touch your soil. One day I'll finally know my soul. One day I'll come to you. To say hello. Vietnam. Tell me
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live in the space between nights. The echoes of who's seen who in my mind. Underneath this elephant sky. It feels like I'm searching. Searching for something. . Weigh me down. I dream of steady
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Hey. Vietnam. Vietnam. Vietnam. Vietnam. Vietnam. Vietnam. Vietnam. Yesterday I. got a letter. from my friend. fighting in Vietnam. and this is. what he had to. say. 'tell all my friends. that I'll
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Is it strange? Is it weird?. They come in search of truth. We must be on the spot. There's only me and you. . And you were fine. All your thoughts. Are out of mind. . It doesn't start,. It
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The city breathing. The people churning. The conversating. The price is what? The conversating. This place is heaven. And if you see them. They'll say it what? Life makes echoes. If you see
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Hey, Vietnam, Vietnam. Vietnam, Vietnam. Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam Yesterday, I got a letter from my friend fighting in Vietnam. And this is what he had to say. "Tell all my friends that I'll be
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I have heard the echoes in the dark. Dim and distant voices of the past. And I've seen so far into the night. And lingered in the land of no light Far beyond the shrouded hours of dawn. Through
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I have heard the echoes in the dark. Dim and distant voices of the past. And I've seen so far into the night. And lingered in the land of no light. . Far beyond the shrouded hours of dawn
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0010. 300Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone. 0018. 450Goodbye my sweetheart, hello Vietnam. 0026. 440America has heard the bugle call. 0034. 150And you know it involves us one and all. 0043
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One mornin' at breakfast I said to my wife. "We've been everywhere once and some places twice". As I had another helpin' of country ham. She said, "We ain't never been to Vietnam. There's a bunch
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. A million light years away from me. Straight for the eye of destiny. Reaching the point of tears Behind the dreams of mastery. Love dies silently. Torn to the flesh as the fire bleeds. Echoes of
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I'm a child. Of South Africa. I'm a child. Of Vietnam. I'm a child. Of Northern Ireland. I'm a small boy. With blood on his hands. Yes, I'm a child. Of the universe. Yes, I'm a child. Of
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Good Morning Vietnam đây là Tee-Radio chuyên phát thanh nhạc và kèm lời cho người Việt trên 5châu, Bitch. I got 1 paper, 1 pen, 1 mic, 1 swagga, Viết!. They got a favour, hands up and down get crazy
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The moon is down. Casting it's shadow over the night-haunted town. Mystical figures under the silence of light The trembling air. Drifts slowly, unseen over the houses there. And echoes changing
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The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light. And the waterfront ritual began to ignite. All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun. Twenty-fifth of November, 1921. . On the old
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Voices inside my head. Echoes of things that you said. Voices inside my head. Echoes of things that you said Voices inside my head. Echoes of things that you said. Voices inside my head. Echoes
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I'm a child of South Africa. I'm a child of Vietnam. I'm a child of Northern Ireland. I'm a small boy with blood on his hands Yes I'm a child of the universe. Yes I'm a child of the universe
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Bài hát My Vietnam - P!nk. Daddy was a soldier. He taught me about freedom. Peace and all the great things. That we can take advantage of. Once I fed the homeless. I ́ll never forget. The look upon
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The world on your shoulders. The love of your mother. The fear of the future. The best years behind you. The world is getting older. The times they fall behind you. The need it still grows
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I LOVE VIETNAM. Nhạc và lời Antoneous Maximus, Hà Okio, SuBoi. ______________________________________. HOOK. Welcome back to the Motherland. Welcome back to where it all began. Nước Việt Nam là quê
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on the studio wall,. Concert hall. And echoes with the sounds of salesmen. Of salesmen. Of salesmen.
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The world on your shoulders. The love of your mother. The fear of the future. The best years behind you The world is getting older. The times they fall behind you. The need it still grows
