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On the fields of desolation. We are all alone. Crying in each others arms. In fear of the unknown. Feelings of uncertainty. We are all doomed. To live in solitude. And never ending gloom. On
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The first Noel the angel did sing. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night that was so deep Noel, Noel, Noel
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The first Noel the angel did sing. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night that was so deep Noel, Noel, Noel
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. Strawberry Fields forever. No one I think is in my tree. I mean it must be high or low. That is you can't, you know, tune in. But it's all right. That is, I think, it's not too bad. Let me take you down
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Dashing through the snow. In a one horse open sleigh. Over the fields we go. Laughing all the way Bells in bobtails ring. Making spirits bright. What fun it is to ride and sing. A sleighing
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song Greenfields - The Brothers Four. Once there were green fields, kissed by the sun. Once there were valleys where rivers used to run. Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above
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You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley. You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold. So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields
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Once there were green fields kissed by the sun. Once there were valleys where rivers used to run. Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above. Once they were part of an everlasting love
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blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing. The saddest kind o' song. He knows things are wrong. And he's right From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe. Wherever the four winds
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Bài hát St. Peter - Lost Frequencies. Verse 1. I'm riding far away. For nights and days. Going silent they say. I'm running. It's like your voice I hear. Wind in my face. Keeps drying my tears. I am
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The first noel the angel did say. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. Noel, noel, noel, noel,. Born is the King of Israel They looked, they looked up and they saw a star
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I dreamed I saw St. Augustine. Alive as you or me. Tearing through these quarters. In the utmost misery. With a blanket underneath his arm. And a coat of solid gold. Searching for the very
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, nowhere. . I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be. That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea. Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. . I love my baby like a school boy loves his
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, nowhere. . I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be. That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea. Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. . I love my baby like a school boy loves his
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Bài hát On A Bus To St. Cloud - Trisha Yearwood. On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota. I thought I saw you there. With the snow falling down around you. Like a silent prayer. And once on a street in
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She sleeps alone in the warm nights of Memphis. Where the Peabody Hotel meets the velveteen sky. She sings like the waves in the cool Mississippi. That brought her from St. Paul in '75 And men
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. From Natchez to Mobile,. From Memphis to St. Joe,. Wherever the four winds blow,. I been in some big towns,. An' heard me some big talk,. But there is one thing I know. A woman's a two face,. A