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All the same take me away. We're dead to the world. . The child gave thought to the poet's words. Gave comfort to the Fallen. (Heartfelt, lovelorn). . Remaining, yet still uninvited. Those
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. Nhận lấy cơn đau kéo dài. Không thể yêu thêm một ai. Yêu nhầm người là thế. Sai một li khiến ta hóa dại. Đâu biết ta làm sai. Ta xa do tại ai?. Mưa lại mưa lại khóc. Đẫm hết con đường mình đi. Mà sao chỉ
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on the ground. On which we stand. . Somewhere, someday, someone. Will help us to survive. They're gonna show us hell. And bring us back alive. . Well, I'm no poet, but I can't be fooled. The
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answers. But I surely know the songs. That suit me best. . But lately I've had something on my mind. It's growing stronger all the time. Calling out when I'm alone. But I'm a poet. And I'm bound to
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answers. But I surely know the songs. That suit me best. . But lately I've had something on my mind. It's growing stronger all the time. Calling out when I'm alone. But I'm a poet. And I'm bound to
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in shining armour. I'm colourful, I'm colourful. well honey you're the reason. for this poet-inspired love affair. honey this is treason the king is gone Rapunzel let down your hair. You lift me
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it, you know it like a poet, baby doll. Get in the music, you know it like a poet, baby doll. . Method Man. If you don't know, you better, ask somebody who I be. On land, air, or sea, I don't need
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The sun shines through my bedroom window. Like a long lost friend. And I can't describe how good it feels to. See him back again If I were a tender poet. Maybe I could speak. All those lines and
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The sun shines through my bedroom window. Like a long lost friend. And I can't describe how good it feels to. See him back again. If I were a tender poet maybe I could speak. All those lines and
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vision in the park. A poet in his madness tries to start another line. And he's losing and he's using, and he says he's doing fine. . And they look from such a height, that somehow it's all right
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?. We're high-fashion, we're last chances. Which came first, the music or the misery?. We're high-fashion, we're last chances. (Go!). I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud,. To calm your nerves I'm
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volunteered for slavery. I locked myself away. I was so blind, so long. I miss you! Well I know it's gonna end in laughter. Son I know it's gonna end in joy. The surrender in the garden. Don't you run
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volunteered for slavery. I locked myself away. I was so blind, so long. I miss you! Well I know it's gonna end in laughter. Son I know it's gonna end in joy. The surrender in the garden. Don't you run
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to the rolling of the hearse. The going up was worth the coming down. He's a poet he's a picker. guitar
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to the rolling of the hearse. The going up was worth the coming down. He's a poet he's a picker. guitar
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it's not. In a gentleman's code. Make it one for my baby. And one more for the road. You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet. And I've got a lot of things I'd like to say. And if I'm
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