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-------------------------------------------------------. This war's a *. How many sons will will we kill today. On poors little brother. Tell me what the newsline from the ground. Your love is a
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Hang on, she said. I am ignoring all your late night calls. I'd prefer to sleep, that feel so small. I have this feeling. I'm about to crumble and fall. Are you going to the discotheque. Cigaret
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Bài hát Sit Down - James. I'll sing myself to sleep. A song from the darkest hour. Secrets I can't keep. Inside of the day. Swing from high to deep. Extremes of sweet and sour. Hope that God exists
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So you thought we were over. Surprise, surprise. We're not going anywhere So you fell on your sword again. Tell me what the view's like. Deep down in your carpet You were straight, you were straig
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Found a message in the sand. It read, Just do the best you can. This world's not how I planned. You're on your own No one can hear you. They're just talkin' all the time. There's the world and yo
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He said I must be dreaming. But I thought I heard the sound. The sound that lovers make. As they drop down from the window. Quiet as cats, across the courtyard. Moving from shadow to shadow. Pas
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No messing with a sense of humor. Will see you through scrapes and all shapes of clouds. We're late, we should have got here sooner. You can't rush fate or question the Dao We're too thin to wear b
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Are you open for trade. Your salvation, for something, for some thrills. Is a body of work for your inspection. You can trace, trace my concern. My concern I've been looking for truth. At the cos
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Ever the hero you won't break. Weak and strong. Ever the hero you won't break. Weak and strong. Weak and strong You've got to love your brother like you don't love yourself. You've got to change.
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I've been shot. In the wherewithals. And I don't think I can stop. From all this hullabaloo Mary Jane's. On the game again. Seratonin's all I use. I just wish it were true Don't treat me like a
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My mirror's laughing at me. Says, boy, are you getting old?. There's so much junk in your life. What you've got, you don't even know Don't take a phone company. To tell you life's pay as you go.
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This bed is on fire. With passionate love. The neighbours complain about the noises above. But she only comes when she's on top. My therapist said not to see you no more. She said you're like a diseas
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You're going to murder in the name of God. What kind of God you dreaming of?. A God of blood not love So, you can get your 72. Virgins to abuse. I hope they kick like mules War, war My God's bigge
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