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(You listening? Are you listening?). Your eyes are closed. You’re sleeping, are you dreaming?. Is this truth we know. Even the truth at all,. We’re only breathing. Naive minds for naive lives,. We
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gift and passion for music, Now world here I am. Come share my joy and listen to the first chapter of me Kat Deluna. GNB let the southern begin. 9 lives hahahahaha (laugh)
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thought. Just talk. I'm listening. Just talk. . I know your tastes in food and wine. But never really what's on your mind. What's going on inside your head?. I hear you say what you can or can't
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reasons all for later. Stay with me a little while. Verse 2. Watch me go. Now, I sink down, all alone away. Where am I?. A dark haze clouding up my eyes. Pre-Chorus. I can hear the voices listening. Don't
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keeps racing. She's softly dreaming. I'm scraped and sober. But there's no one listening And we'll wake up in vacant rooms. Pull you close to my aching skin. Broken glass on the porcelain. Is this
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Verse 1. Hey. It's been a while since we've talked. I see you made it all the way to "Track 9". So thanks. For listening to all my thoughts. I used to give 'em to you straight. But now you wait for
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I let down. So many lessons I have learned. So it began and now it ends. The final chapter you just read. I'm taking it back pick myself up. And start all over again
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you?. oh my god. you can't be. you can't be. hahaha. French oui, oui mon amour. c'est moi. " Chapter One. I gave you my time. I gave you my whole life. I gave you my love, every dime. They told
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the ones we leave behind. Or is it by their lives we are inspired It's a new light, new day. Listening for the meaning, learning how to say. It's a new place but you've always been here. You're just
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can't do it anymore. I mean, make records I'm an English boy, I was brought up right. Hold me down and I will bite. I know no fear, I serve with joy. I'm proud to be here an English boy I feel like a
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Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of. There is no one on earth I'm afraid of. And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when. To be English is not to be baneful. To be
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everyone ignores me). Told you everything loud and clear. (But nobody’s listening). (Called to you so clearly but you don’t want to hear me). Told you everything loud and clear. (But nobody’s listening). I
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English boys really that much better?. Were the kisses worth the price we paid?. And if I take a chance, we could be together. But I don't know if all the love that you could give. Would take this pain
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. If we'd known just how right we were going to be. For we dreamed a lot. And we schemed a lot. And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart. . If everyone was listening you know