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The city lights, the pretty lights,. They can warm the coldest nights. All the people going places,. Smiling with electric faces. What they find the glow erases,. And what they loose the glow
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I'll tell you what I will miss. California and horses,. Down by the sailboats where we waded in,. The feel of the world in my hands, in my hands,. The feel of the world in my hands. And still so
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me. We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee. But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery. Papa played the Dobro this way and he'd go
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The Gods were angry with me for loving you. The Gods were angry with me because they knew. I stood at heaven's portal and that was too high for any mortal such as I. So they took down the sun the
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tiThe Boxer. arEditors. alIn This Light And On This Evening. Editors - The Boxer. A Bruisful Blue Play fights with the stars. This Place is our prison. It sells the past. So take me to town. I wanna
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You reached into my heart. And found the music of my soul. The melodies unfold. For you I've never danced before. Until you asked me. Then magic lights lit up the floor Gliding in a starlit/less
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I have an old friend. So the story goes. He never calls without saying hello. He's got a good job. So the story goes. He says it's it's funny to see you look so low. I said I'm on top of the
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Joy to the world. The Lord is come. Let Earth receive her King. Let every heart. Prepare him room. And heaven, let heaven. Heaven and nature. Heaven and nature sing. . Chorus. Everybody
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Catfish pie in gris gris bag. I'm the lover of the bayou. Mark your doorstep with a half wet rag. I'm the lover of the bayou. Raised and swam with the crocodile. Snake-eye taught me the Mojo
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I am gripped by what I cannot tell. Have I slipped or have I merely fell. I feel gypped my senses telling lies. I've been stiffed by serpent's soundless cries Up in the hills. An apparition
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The song is ended. But the melody lingers on. You and the song are gone. But the melody lingers on The night was splendid. And the melody seemed to say. Summer will pass away. Take your
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Fergus sings the Blues. In bars of twelve or less. I'm a stranger. To the land. To this wilderness. All. Things are possible. But happen less and less. This. Is my country. These. Are my
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Song The Community Of Hope - PJ Harvey. Here's the Hope Six Demolition Project. Switching down the Benning Road. The well known "pathway of death". At least that's what I'm told. And here's the one
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Beverly Hills, burning of plastic. Scraped it away, I do, I may. For the summer. For the summer Here goes your man, dances the hourly. Cape land to colors rolling through the valley. For the
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Bài hát Sake Of The Song - Blackmore's Night . The moon must be an angel, her halo surely heaven sent. Watching from above should the bells forget to ring. And we but lonely travelers, following a
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Two lovers, bench in the park. share last rays o autumn's sunlight. Street lights wrapped in darkness. are the backdrops to my soliloquy. Night falls on our two lovers. they laugh, hold one
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That old master painter from the faraway hills. painted the violets and the daffodills. He put the purple in the twilight haze,. then did a rainbow for the rainy days. Dreamed up the murals on the
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When the lights go on again all over the world. And the boys are home again all over the world. And rain or snow is all that may fall from the skies above. A kiss won't mean "goodbye" but "hello
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Fergus sings the Blues. In bars of twelve or less. I'm a stranger. To the land. To this wilderness. All. Things are possible. But happen less and less. This. Is my country. These. Are my
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The fountain runs quiet. Through the emerald steps and lavender air. The statues praise the beauty of hers. Flowers bloom around her marble breasts. . Silver drops of the open night sky. Light
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Free the people from the fire. Pull the boat out of the raging sea. Tell the devil he's a liar. Come and save the likes of me. I saw the lives from the streets. As I passed by the other day. I
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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That old master painter from the faraway hills. painted the violets and the daffodills. He put the purple in the twilight haze,. then did a rainbow for the rainy days. Dreamed up the murals on the
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I'll tell you what I will miss –. California and horses, . Down by the sailboats where we waded in, . The feel of the world in my hands, in my hands, . The feel of the world in my hands. . And
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Joy to the world, the Lord at last is come. Let earth get ready to receive the King. Let every heart back up and make Him room. Heaven and nature sing, let heaven and nature sing. Look at the
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Bài hát Đồng Hồ Tuyết - Trương Vĩnh Đạt. Flames of fire, burns the sky. In the blackened night, I hear the. Ancient cry saddened tears, falls from above. Storms of grief, embrace my soul. Through the
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Close the city and tell the people that something's coming to call. Death and darkness are rushing forward to take a bite from the wall, oh. . You've nothing to say. They're breaking away. If
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To cross the wide sea I deserted,. From the shore I did fly. I thought it time that I travelled,. So I took to the roads of the sky. . It was late and the wind it did gently blow,. Oh the night
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Fergus sings the Blues. In bars of twelve or less. I'm a stranger. To the land. To this wilderness. All. Things are possible. But happen less and less. This. Is my country. These. Are my
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Song From The Village - . Take me to the village. That never lets you down. From every coloured picture. (They know something). You can turn it all around. From the village. You would understand. If
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what
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Free the people from the fire. Pull the boat out of the raging sea. Tell the devil he's a liar. Come and save the likes of me. I saw the lives from the streets. As I passed by the other day. I
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I'll tell you what I will miss. California and horses,. Down by the sailboats where we waded in,. The feel of the world in my hands, in my hands,. The feel of the world in my hands. And still so
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Rise up in the unity. The time has come overthrowing the impossible. Embrace the eternity. Praise and cheer every moment of this miracle. Carry on till we hit the bottom. Even god could never take
