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I need peace of mind and a hopeful heart. To lose this rage and move out in the dark. I am looking for rainbows and shooting stars. Just some peace of mind and a hopeful heart I need peace of mind
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tiBar-ba-sol. arDavid Cook. alDavid Cook. David Cook - Bar-ba-sol. When i woke up i could see. The daylight had already passed me. It was such a fight to fade away asleep. It's a fugue. Come on
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And all the drugs in the world. Can't save us from ourselves. Victims with the saddest hearts. Passing by the grace of god. There by the grace of god. . With grace we will suffer. With grace
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out of the courage. . She said, please,. There's a crazy man standing outside my door. I live on the corner of a dead end street. At the end of the world. . Oh, and the rocks out in the heart
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This is Damn Dog by the Manic street preachers. Take one. . Two, three, four. . I can lick your face. I can bite it too. Ooh my teeths got rabies. I'm gonna give it to you. . Feed me, feed
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This is Damn Dog by the Manic street preachers. Take one. . Two, three, four. . I can lick your face. I can bite it too. Ooh my teeths got rabies. I'm gonna give it to you. . Feed me, feed
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of scratch. And he rides with me from town to town. We only run for the money got no strings attached. We set 'em up and then we shut 'em down. Tonight tonight the strips just right. I wanna blow
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You're building a family. ♪. I'm alone at the bar. ♪. Your friends are lawyers. Mine are passed out on the floor. I hope you're having fun. I sure am. With a loaded gun. A list of regrets. In my hand
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? * you too nigga!. 'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!. Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done!. Eat a dick nigga! Verse 1. Catch me in the 80's drop. Old school Mercedes with a brand
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Bài hát Cornelia Street (Live From Paris) - Taylor Swift. We were in the backseat. Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar. "I rent a place on Cornelia Street". I say casually in the
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Can anybody possibly,. Try to show me how we're connected,. The best of you's the worst of me,. Then you pull me down like a dead weight,. When every house on every street,. Seems to call my
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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To feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive. Do you see the stars or the darkness begin?. You fight your war, I fight for my life. You pay your dues, and I'll pay mine It's not war, just the end of
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To feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive. Do you see the stars or the darkness begin?. You fight your war, I fight for my life. You pay your dues, and I'll pay mine It's not war, just the end of
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Song Removables - Manic Street Preachers. Conscience binds you in chains. Trail by stone hammer and nails. No one made the holes but me. Misery mourns, to be devoured Killed God, blood, soiled
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On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street. Violent hash-smoker shook a chocolate machine. Involved in an eating scene Smashing into neon streets in their stonedness. Smearing their eyes on
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looks have a better chance. of making it to that special dance. you're up to bat and the infield is stalkin'. my mind is gone I am,. streetwalkin' (Bridge). Beggin bums soda pop. Yankee tickets
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Ten little Indians standin' in a row. All dressed up but nowhere to go. Lookin' for a target, lookin' for a man Just get me out of here. It's not the place my mind's been thinkin' of. Just push
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Ten little Indians standin' in a row. All dressed up but nowhere to go. Lookin' for a target, lookin' for a man Just get me out of here. It's not the place my mind's been thinkin' of. Just push
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Song Enola/Alone - Manic Street Preachers. The Statue of Liberty looks so solemn on the TV. 100 percent risk of stepping outside. Every second too precious to try My heart aches for Enola, from my
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road. Everything that I love is gone. And I'm tired of hangin on. . She got me sittin at a bar on the inside. Waitin for my ride on the outside. She stole my heart, in the trailer park. So I
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