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you'd be. It's only finger-lengths that I see. I touch the place where I'd find your face. My fingers in creases of distant dark places. I hang my coat up in the first bar. There is no peace that I've
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Bài hát Lonely Street - Willie Nelson. I'm looking for that Lonely Street. I've got a sad, sad tale to tell. I need a place to go and weep. Where's this place called Lonely Street?. . A place
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of the night, find their love where they might. We're all hunters of the night. Yeah She can see her lonely stranger, standing in the cold street corner light. There in the night. She can feel his
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Bài hát Love After Death . Ca sĩ Rage. All I want is you. But so far I never knew you. Our limitless selves. All that can remain is there. Now give us the time to share it. 'Til the sleep comes again
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Where's this place called Lonely Street? I'm looking for that Lonely Street. I've got a sad, sad tale to tell. I need a place to go and weep. Where's this place called Lonely Street? A place where
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I'm looking for that Lonely Street I've got a sad sad tale to tell. I need a place to go and weep where's this place called Lonely Street. A place where there's just loneliness where dim lights
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. Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone,. neath the halo of a street lamp,. I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the
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(Spoken). Yo Black. What's up Street?. Soup's ready. Sure it's ready?. I know it's ready. Is the soup hot?. Too hot. Burnin' hot?. Crazy hot. What's in the soup?. All the ingredients
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Song No Surface All Feeling - Manic Street Preachers. Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilized. Just take a look at the whites of my eyes. See me now and I will apologies. For me, for you, we knew
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destiny unknown. You're every being full of rage and hate. Seems like you're running but you just can not hide. It's in the raging fear all solitude is left behind. . It's here. It's near. I see it
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It started many years ago, out of the black country. The seed became the embryo, for all on earth to see. Like stealth the word spread mouth to mouth, all corners. Of the land. And soon the thing
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It started many years ago, out of the black country. The seed became the embryo, for all on earth to see. Like stealth the word spread mouth to mouth, all corners. Of the land. And soon the thing
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Bài hát A Street Man Named Desire - Pirates Of The Mississippi. The assembly plant moved to Mexico. The domestic sales started getting slow. But the bills kept pouring in me. And Beck took it on
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freedom of speech won't feed my children. Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing. Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing We love to kiss the Dalai Lama's ass. Because he is such a holy
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. . They tell me Canal Street. Is the longest street in town. Tell me Canal Street. Is the longest street in town. Yes, you ride all day long. You still on Canal Street, yes, yes. . Then they tell me
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flat somewhere When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street Where I grow up, there were no factories. There was a school and shops and some fields and trees. And rows of houses one by one appeared
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it everytime I go out. I always seem to get in trouble. I guess I made an impression on somebody. North of hester and south of grand. . And so in my small way. I'm a big man on Mulberry street
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. And I'm gone, stone gone. . Working girls just trying to get ahead. Somebody's bound to end up dead. And honey you better stop coming down on me. On me, stop, jump street. . Sally comes creeping
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the children of tomorrow dream away. in the wind of change. Walking down the street. Distant memories. Are buried in the past forever. I follow the Moskva. Down to Gorky Park. Listening to the wind of
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Callin' out around the world. Are you ready for a brand new beat. Summer's here and the time is right. For dancing in the street (dancing in the street). They're dancing in Chicago (dancing in
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Well, there's Frank James and Jesse James. Billy the Kid and all the rest. Supposed to be some bad cats. Way out in the West If those cats could of dug me. And my gangster ways. They would have
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Get in the car!. . Road Rage. My knuckles are white and my face is bright red. Road Rage. Doing 65 on a suped-up moped. Road Rage. Is that you that gave me the finger?. Road Rage. How come
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Song Most Of The Time (Live In Mainz, Germany / 1975) - Status Quo. Walking alone, a street with no phone. Could I be younger most of the time?. Doing her wrong, taking so long. Should I do all
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. 'Cause God knows it's been done to you. And somehow you got through it. Alive in the age of worry. Rage in the age of worry. Sing out in the age of worry. And say, "Worry, why should I care?". Rage in the
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along. The fan goes around. In the room off the street. At the end of the town Every sigh, every sway. You can hear everything that they say. Something's begun like a war. Or a family or a
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sent forth onto them The Berserker Rage . Now gods embed . They grows up from the ground . Screaming like wild animals . Such is the gift of absolute power . No blade or weapon would hurt them . They
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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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-toothed neighbors. Just good simple folks. In a rainbow of flavors. Somewhere in America. There's a street named after my dad. And the home we never had. I work for Mr. Fowler. Making 50 cents an hour. And
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Check it, since fifteen hundred and sixteen, minds attacked and overseen. Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream. With their borders and boots, on top of us. Pullin' knobs on the floor, of
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the magic of the moment . On a glory night . Where the children of tomorrow dream away . in the wind of change . Walking down the street . Distant memories . Are buried in the past forever . I follow
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Chorus Lloyd. Ain't nothin' but the street life. That's money cars and hoes. It's the only life I chose. Street life, nothin' but the street life. They love they way I shine. This world is mine
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There's gotta be a record of you some place. You gotta be on somebody's books. The lowdown - a picture of your face. Your injured looks. . The sacred and profane. The pleasure and the pain
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tiGrafton Street. arDido. alSafe Trip Home. 『Dido - Grafton Street』. @UKoO. net@. No more trips to Grafton Street,. No more goin’ there,. To see you lying still,. While we all come and go. No more
