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ancient tongue. For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys. Puts shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door. With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral
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tiLittle By Little. arOasis. alHeathen Chemistry. Oasis - Little By Little. We the people fight for our existence. We don't claim to be perfect but we're free. We dream our dreams alone with no
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little rice, take a little beans. Gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans I'm a speed king, you go to hear me sing. I'm a speed king, see me fly Good Golly, said little Miss Molly. When she was rockin
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stronger. God smiles on my little brother. Inside and out he's better than I am. I grew up in a pretty house. And I had space to run. And I had the best days with you. There is a video I found from back when
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up on that mountainside. Like a huge golden opal. . God's yeller moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin'. God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off in the heavens. Like I explain'd to you once
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shoot through the night like a shot gun. I'm gonna get on down, I wanna get on down I'm the king of the mountain. I'm the king of the mountain Listen, don't try to save my soul from destruction. I'm
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His name was King. He had a horse. Along the countryside. I saw him ride. He had a gun. I knew him well. Oh, I heard him singing. I knew he loved someone. His name was King (His name was King). He
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(Buddy Kaye / Bea Verdi). . Little by little by little by little by little. Little by little by little by little by little. . You're messing up my life. Tearing me apart. Breaking up my world
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. Jimmy Boyd. T. Connor (c) 1952. . I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus. Underneath the mistletoe last night. She didn't see me creep. Down the stairs to have a
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Sending the old man home. By jimmy buffett. 1979. They're sendin' the old man home. Back where the buffalo roam. Out in the pacific, they say he was the best. Now he's in his "civies", headin
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Mmm, my friends keep telling me to pull myself together. They try to cheer my up but it's not gettin' better. They say that time will pass and I'll love again some day. But time is standing still e
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Oh, little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless. Sleep the silent stars go by. Yet in they dark streets shineth. The everlasting light. The hopes and fears
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Boomerang love. By jimmy buffett. 1989. Hole in the wind behind the island. Big blue hole in the middle of my heart. I can't forget the time we spent together. I can't remember how long. Long
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Bài hát You'll Be King - Pia Toscano. Verse 1. Watch you mash your hair and shield your eyes. Dress yourself, rehearse, you fix your smile. The darkest night, the whitest moon. Leave the door ajar in
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living is to me. . On a timeless beach in Hispaniola. A young girl sips a diet cola. She's worlds apart worlds apart. The spirit of the black king still. Reverberates through Haitian hills. He rules
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living, today today. Little by little in your own way Today. Little by little. Trying living today, today. Little by little We're in today today. If you believe that there is no other way. Trying
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How little we know, how much to discover. What chemical forces flow from lover to lover How little we understand, what touches off that tingle. That sudden explosion when two tingles intermingle
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saxophone). Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone). Jimmy carl black (drums). Arthur tripp (drums) (instrumental)
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They were attacked by surprise. In the middle of the night. They didn't stand a single chance. A single chance to fight After the battle they gathered around the king. They had never seen that
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, started lookin' around. Figured out it's time to have a little fun Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me. Why some people live like they do. So many nice things happenin' out there. They never
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, started lookin' around. Figured out it's time to have a little fun Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me. Why some people live like they do. So many nice things happenin' out there. They never
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each day. Are we only damaging the little we have left?. Both of us swimming in the same polluted mess. Are we too damaged now to possibly connect?. To honestly connect? A lot of time's been wasted
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In this country dreams don't sleep. Hands stay open wide as the streets in your pocket. Under your shoes these golden roads. keep telling you Find out fast, Find out hard, Your little Lincoln
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not even telephone me I'm gonna leave my little honey. Like a rabbit leaves the hole. A-ow-ah, leave my little honey, baby. Just like that little bunny rabbit leaves the hole I got a weasel in my
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motherfuckin' King. I know the Cycle of the Werewolf, the Reverend couldn't see him. Through the Mist still exist as a motherfuckin' King. I'm the Devil, if ever there was such a thing. See me through the
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Stinking weather, fat shaky hands. Dopey morning doc, grumpy gnomes. Little wonder then, little wonder. You little wonder, little wonder you Big screen dolls, tits and explosions. Sleepy time
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Well, I'm a king bee. Buzzin' 'round your hive. Well I can make honey, baby. You gotta let me come inside. Well, I'm a king bee. (King bee. ). Buzzin' around your hive. (Hive. ). Well I'm a
