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. And baby I ain't no liar, I walk Streets of fire, streets of fire. Streets of fire, streets of fire Now I'm wandering, a loser down the tracks. An' I'm lyin', but babe I can't go back. 'Cause in the
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Title Streets Of Glory. Artist Paloma Faith . There''s no angels left in this sea. We both landed son, we''re in between. You can''t teach cause you never learn. There''s nothing left, there''s no
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the story. I just hope my feet are clean enough. To walk upon the golden streets of glory Green meadows where the little children play. No sorrow there, just one long happy day. And none will litter
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the story. I just hope my feet are clean enough. To walk upon the golden streets of glory Green meadows where the little children play. No sorrow there, just one long happy day. And none will litter
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the story. I just hope my feet are clean enough. To walk upon the golden streets of glory Green meadows where the little children play. No sorrow there, just one long happy day. And none will litter
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. Everything's ok! . . Oh these roads they should talk, . Yeah feels good to walk, . These streets of nowhere. These streets of nowhere. Grey clouds up above, . But you still gotta love, . These streets of
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Bài hát Streets Of Philadelphia - Bruce Springsteen. I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt. . I was unrecognizable to myself. . I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my
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Bài hát Streets Of Love - The Rolling Stones. You're awful bright. You're awful smart. I must admit. You broke my heart. The awful truth. Is really sad. I must admit. I was awful bad. While lovers
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With vice I hold the mike device. With force I keep it away of course. And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'. And on stage I rage. And I'm rollin'. To the poor I pour in on in metaphors. Not
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Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler. . With vice I hold the mike device. With force I keep it away of course. And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'. And on stage I rage. And I'm rollin'. To the poor I
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. gun shot Chorus. I saw ppl dancing in the streets. Streets of a lonely city. Listen to the beats. The people strike their feet on the lonley concrete streets of. streets of a lonely city
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and foot. And always tell him "No?". Tears of rage, tears of grief. Why am I the one who must be the thief ?. Come to me now, you know. We're so alone. And life is brief. We pointed out the way
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Song Streets of London - Cilla Black. Have you seen the old man . in the closed down market. Kicking up the paper, . with his worn out shoes. In his eyes you see no pride . hand held loosely at his
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rage. This brutality can never be undone. But the sun has not yet set. The bass and drums and microphone a threat. That's when you've got to get the cry from the inside. And see that they're
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yesterday's news. . So how can you tell me you're lonely. And say for you that the sun don't shine. Let me take you by the hand. And lead you through the streets of London. I'll show you something. To
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I'll lock myself away and not face one more day. On the streets of this town. And all I've got to lose is a feelin' called the blues. And a little old frown I signed your dotted line and did my
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yesterday's news. Have you seen the old girl. Who walks the streets of London. Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?. She's no time for talking,. She just keeps right on walking. Carrying her home in two
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my dream's still unphased. Greed still the cousin of death. Always feels like always somethin farther time. In the Streets of New York. (New York state of mind, New York State of mind). . Alicia
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