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. The waiting seems eternity. The day will dawn of sanity. Is this a kind of magic. . It's a kind of magic. There can be only one. This rage that lasts a thousand years. Will soon be done. This
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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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The court has come. The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come. The martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise,. They will arise from the graves
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The court has come. The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come. The martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise,. They will arise from the graves
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like angel of death. In the dawn I'm in chains of beastial rage. And forced to make you dead. . The chains get tighter around my throat. I can give you no love, only dead-lift of pain. . In the
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Song Sunny Side Of The Street - Rod Stewart. *** your coat and get your hat, leave your worry at the doorstep. Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street. Can't you hear that pitter pat
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the people Placate and vacate your mind. Too late to make hate you'll find. You won't get too many tries. Love is the love of my life Street Jesus. Street Jesus Street Jesus. Street Jesus Street
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. The waiting seems eternity. The day will dawn of sanity. Is this a kind of magic. . It's a kind of magic. There can be only one. This rage that lasts a thousand years. Will soon be done. This
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. The waiting seems eternity. The day will dawn of sanity. Is this a kind of magic. . It's a kind of magic. There can be only one. This rage that lasts a thousand years. Will soon be done. This
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O little town of Bethlehem. how still we see Thee lie. Above Thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by Yet in Thy dark street shineth. The everlasting light. The hopes and fears of
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Im . Im feeling too awake. Im . Im tired of what I see. Everybodys dreaming running for the scream. The medias stinking drunk nothing is at stake. . All the faces I love their skin as soft as
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. That an actor sees. I can see you stuck inside of this cage with me. You'll cry like a baby. You cry like a bird. You cry like a lady. You cry like a girl. On easy street. You'll cry like a baby
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. That an actor sees. I can see you stuck inside of this cage with me. You'll cry like a baby. You cry like a bird. You cry like a lady. You cry like a girl. On easy street. You'll cry like a baby
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tiStreet Fighting Man. arRolling Stones. al40 Licks. offset500. Rolling Stones - Street Fighting Man. (M. Jagger/K. Richards). Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching,. Charging feet, boy. 'Cause
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run this street. imma run this street. Who's gon run this street?. bih, i run this street. having fun issa last thing done. homie pass dem blunts,. i run this street. came from da south,. put my name
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Sorcerer of the dark moon. Who dare incur his rage?. First child of the scorpion. Prophet of the crystal age And I know, yes I know. He was a man of miracles. Riding golden meteorites. Ruler of distant
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. Give it up. Until my heart is free to roam. She won't never leave me alone. Saved by the river now. Saved Always fightin' the storm. Buildin' shelter to house our lack of love. We're only here for
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Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the street of dreams. Dreams, broken in two. Can be made like new. On the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold. Is
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sky to the ground. While your mind's swirling down. Caught within all the sounds of the joy. At the back street carnival. . Your eyes are sparkling. Your mind is moving fast. No need to hurry
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Bài hát The Rage - Judas Priest. From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain. We were drinking beauty with our eyes. We were given all to make our own. Let us be left alone. Laid the tasks and
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Bài hát The Rage - Judas Priest. From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain. We were drinking beauty with our eyes. We were given all to make our own. Let us be left alone. Laid the tasks and
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Bài hát The Rage - Judas Priest. From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain. We were drinking beauty with our eyes. We were given all to make our own. Let us be left alone. Laid the tasks and
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scars. . Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar. . Chorus. I love this bar. It's my kind of place. Just walkin' through the front door. Puts a big smile on my face. It ain't too far, come as you are. Hmm
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I hang my head down on Hollywood. 'Cause either way you look down it's just stars. And I'm making my way down the Cherokee. To get drunk in a bar. And I know my friends, they worry about me. I
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scars. . Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar. . Chorus. I love this bar. It's my kind of place. Just walkin' through the front door. Puts a big smile on my face. It ain't too far, come as you are. Hmm
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Street guys, walking, dancing. Sidewalk, music, hot thing. They got their boxes tuned into their favorite show. As they truck on down the road. Is that the radio. Yes that's the radio. Let it
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tiStreet Lights. arKanye West. al808s & Heartbreak. Kanye West - Street Lights. let me know, do i still got time to grow. things aint always set in stone. with that being, let me know. let me. seems
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. . Being an ignited one. In the twentieth century. ? in a bottle of kerosiene. . Flame ignites into the black. Sending fright. Thought you could read minds. And words and insight. . Backin' the
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I woke up on Galbraith Street. Where the houses stood like twins. Oh, and even though the door's been closed. I can find a way to get back in For in daydreams my mind returns. Like a ghost upon
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Bài hát Booty Bounce 2. 0 (Martianz Remake) - Tujamo, Taio Cruz. I'm looking around and this booty everywhere. Up and down. And round, round. I'm looking around and this booty everywhere. Up and down
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leave I’ll be back to your bed. Cuz girl we got a good thang. So I can let ‘em *** 'tis up ready for wedding rings. One of a kind, glad your mind such a blessin’. Future baby mama if you’re ready. You
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This girl is made of lipstick. Powder and paint. Sees the pictures of herself. Every magazine on every shelf This girl is maid of bond street. Hailing cabs, lunches with executives. Gleaming
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There's gotta be a record of you some place. You gotta be on somebodys books. The lowdown, a picture of your face. Your injured looks The sacred and profane. The pleasure and the pain. Somewhere
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Bài hát Tomorrows Yesterday. Ca sĩ Rage. Whatever you may say. How long you want to stay. Tomorrow's yesterday. We're tomorrow's yesterday. It seems we've tried too much. To keep the status, to
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You've got my lost brother's soul. My dear mother's eyes. A brown horse's mane. And my uncle's name. You walked me down 14th Street. For the doctor to meet after thoughts of the grave. In the
