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Star of wonder, star of night. Star of royal beauty. Westward leading, still proceeding. A star 'ceeding, a star of wonder We bring gold and myrrh for Him. From the east, frankincense from the east
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your arms. Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin. All of the children vanished too soon. In towering waves, in walls of flesh. Among dying birds trembling with death. Sons of tycoons or
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. Rockerfeller. Gold dust at my big, flat feet. On the sunny side of the street, yeah I used to walk in the shade. With those blues on parade. Well, I'm not afraid. This rover crossed over If I never, never
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hit the beach and show her titties down in key west. Someone leave her crying all the time and now she finally out of Kleenex. Sick of dudes not giving her the respect. Cuz really she a genius, a CEO
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You walk out on the high wire. You're a dancer on thin ice. You pay no heed to the danger. And less to advice. Your footsteps are forbidden. But with a knowledge of your sin. You throw your
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My finest robes are filthy rags. And priceless jewels but coal. Glittering crowns, although I boast and brag,. Are nothing more than fool's gold I give them up, I lay them down. All that I have
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sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine). Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone) It was september, the leaves were gold. That's when our hearts knew that story untold. We were young lovers, strolling near. The
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Song Himmel Aus Gold - Luxuslarm. Lauter als alle meine Worte. Ist all das was ich dir nicht sag. Wir stehen mitten in den Scherben. doch unser Himmel ist aus Gold. Für all die Schmerzen, all die
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man arrives. Red blood tames the hate. Gold turns into iron. Into blade of tyrant's fate. To the sign of the raven. I connect my soul and mind. I'm a man with a vision. That is not tied to time. Eyes of
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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the rhymes of your days. All begin and end with me. I want to see your face,. In every kind of light,. In fields of gold and Forests of the night;. And when you stand before The candles on a cake. Oh
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the rhymes of your days. All begin and end with me. I want to see your face,. In every kind of light,. In fields of gold and Forests of the night;. And when you stand before The candles on a cake. Oh
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the rhymes of your days. All begin and end with me. I want to see your face,. In every kind of light,. In fields of gold and Forests of the night;. And when you stand before The candles on a cake. Oh
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the rhymes of your days. All begin and end with me. I want to see your face,. In every kind of light,. In fields of gold and Forests of the night;. And when you stand before The candles on a cake. Oh
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the rhymes of your days. All begin and end with me. I want to see your face,. In every kind of light,. In fields of gold and Forests of the night;. And when you stand before The candles on a cake. Oh
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Bài hát Just Gold - MandoPony. Time for the main attraction. The story must be told. Time for a chain reaction. It never gets old. Some bots get satisfaction. Breaking the mold. Some bots are just
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proud of you, but I'm proud of you. There's nothing left to make me feel small. Luck has left me standing so tall. Gold. Always believe in your soul. You've got the power to know. You're
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I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen. I'm turning a straw into gold and then back again. When you used to be my friend. Before you turned your back on me in the end I'm building a
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never had a cent, I'll be as rich as Rockefeller. Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street, sunny side of the street. I used to walk in the shade with all them blues on parade. Now I'm not
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never had a cent, I'll be as rich as Rockefeller. Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street, sunny side of the street. I used to walk in the shade with all them blues on parade. Now I'm not