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Bài hát Friends To Foes - Miracle of Sound. When the final hymns have been composed . The chants become a distant drone . Back into the cold machine . Hammer my hardened heart . Now it pulses all
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believe. A drone in the world of anarchy. . Treachery, misery, violence, insanity. Scavengers closing in. Covering the truth again. Castrate society. Fictional reality. . (Lead King
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drone in the world of anarchy Treachery, misery, violence, insanity. Scavengers closing in covering the truth again. Castrate society, fictional reality Insecurity afraid of things you cannot see
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believe. A drone in the world of anarchy. . Treachery, misery, violence, insanity. Scavengers closing in. Covering the truth again. Castrate society. Fictional reality. . (Lead King
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drone in the world of anarchy Treachery, misery, violence, insanity. Scavengers closing in covering the truth again. Castrate society, fictional reality Insecurity afraid of things you cannot see
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suns align Upon arrival, the dust and deserts drone. And no resistance. Could keep us from all time. There is no notion. In visionary worlds. Let us imagine Down in the valley the calm trees. Are
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I was tryin' to find my way home. But all I heard was a drone. Bouncing off a satellite. Crushin' the last lone American night This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?. This is
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Dream awake make no mistake. Strive to be alive most everyday. You can listen stereo or monotone. Mega phone, mellow drone DJ with delay. Relay super surfer high stereo sound Radio station super
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machine. I get higher and lower I get higher and lower. Like a tired soldier. With nothing' to shoot. And nowhere to lose it's a. Bottle of blues Egos drone and pose alone. Like black balloons. All
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"40 Mark Strasse". Is it all so very simple. And horribly complex. You're suffering. And there's nothing coming next. Your mom smokes in the kitchen. Her voice a cutting drone. They're
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rabbit skin. Jump right back in your hole again. Bullets they cry whispering drone. Fire in the sky God's on the phone When I get home I'm gonna shove my doubts. Dream my dreams and shut my mouth
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I was tryin' to find my way home. But all I heard was a drone. Bouncing off a satellite. Crushin' the last lone American night This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?. This is
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filled. With the constant drone of the unfulfilled. But we'll never fall if we stand for something. We stand for something, yeah Yeah, we are the long forgotten sons. And daughters that don't belong to
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exhausted ones. Artifice, brutality and innocence. Artifice and innocence No tanks have ever rumbled through these streets. And the drone of planes at night. Has never frightened me. I keep the hours and
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film it with that drone cam. In the pink like Killa Cam. Put a zoom on that stick, Noé. Up so close I'm on that kill. Remote controller on your lower back. Yes the good. Dick could roll the eyes back in
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', 'cause he is so slick. Step's from darkness, his body electric A drone buzzes the air, a cracklin' tone. Then boomin' like thunder in a cosmic jungle. Death defyin', like Knievel, he weeble. Words that
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,. That's what I fear. Too much to ask for. May leave me feeling lonely. But too little leaves me nothing, nothing. The drone in your voice, and the fly on the wall said,. "It's over, it's over, it's
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in meditation. Peaceful sleep evades me. But a low pitched drone invades me sayin' You will pay tomorrow for what. You do today. Though you run you cannot hide. It's a truth that shall abide sayin
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living soul. I don't need to brag 'cause. I am in control. Of every single fiber and every little bone. You're just a biter, a copy, a drone. This is just an artpiece, you make the song. Need no
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Do you hear those distant voices. And sounds through the flames. The deafening drone. Of these clanking machines. In the lights. It抯 the same. We're trying to free. The sculpture from the
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deepest pollen vast and then. Transform worker to drone. I'll dig the biggest hole. Die all alone and watch my soul just rot in dirt without a home. Give us this day our daily bread, but not too much
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. On the slopes of the adult mind. A murder mystery walk-on part. A dead body or a gangland tart. Near the knuckle close to home. Criminal connections you can't condone. A non-doctor's anonymous drone
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claustrophobia (Crystalline). And demand the light. Octogon polygon. Pipes of an organ. Sonic branches. Murmuring drone. Crystallizing galaxies. Spread out like my fingers. Crystalline. Internal nebula
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claustrophobia (Crystalline). And demand the light. Octogon polygon. Pipes of an organ. Sonic branches. Murmuring drone. Crystallizing galaxies. Spread out like my fingers. Crystalline. Internal nebula
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the I am (Woah). Now film it with that drone cam, in the pink like Killa Cam. Put a zoom on that stick, Noé, up so close I'm on that kill. Remote controller on your lower back, yes, the good. Dick could
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Lim. Trashy bitch in classy clothes. Pop that *** then pop them pills. Til I feel like a fancy drone. Never catch me at the club. I get high and dance alone. Bitch I'm on that boss ***. On that upper
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enough!. Smithers Ooh! Sorry sir. Thought I had my mojo working. Burns Humph. . Burns That man by the cooler,. Drinking water, as if it's free. Smithers Oh. That's Homer Simpson, sir. A drone from
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Lim. Trashy bitch in classy clothes. Pop that *** then pop them pills. Til I feel like a fancy drone. Never catch me at the club. I get high and dance alone. Bitch I'm on that boss ***. On that upper
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Lim. Trashy bitch in classy clothes. Pop that *** then pop them pills. Til I feel like a fancy drone. Never catch me at the club. I get high and dance alone. Bitch I'm on that boss ***. On that upper
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no ropes or no iron cords. The only weapon is my rappin sword Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone. When I'm pushin on the microphone. Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker. The
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back. I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords. The only weapon is my rappin sword. . parrish smith. Intimidate mc's with the tone of my vocal drone. When I'm pushin on the microphone. Cause I'm
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back. I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords. The only weapon is my rappin sword. . parrish smith. Intimidate mc's with the tone of my vocal drone. When I'm pushin on the microphone. Cause I'm
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. The competition shook. These guys up on me. I got 'em with the hook. Lemme educate ya'. And I ain't talking book. Panera is your home?. So, stop calling my phone. I fly like a drone. Stay flying like a
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drone in the world of anarchy Treachery, misery, violence, insanity. Scavengers closing in covering the truth again. Castrate society, fictional reality Insecurity afraid of things you cannot see
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. *** my paint, jump on stage and deface emcees. We sell our souls like spawn and come for the drone I sit upon. Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on!. Going back and forth, fallin back, all
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. Anh là câu trả lời. Quá lá xác đáng. Ở bên ngoài họ đang săn lùng, anh thì bỏ trốn. Anh trốn vào trong bar nhạc của anh đang mở lớn. Anh nấp sau đám mây họ tìm anh bằng drone. Anh lẻn vào trong khu nhà
