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. When youve been on the murder mile. . Only takes one itchy trigger. One more widow, one less white *. . Chorus. . Hong kong is up for grabs. London is full of arabs. We could be in
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. When youve been on the murder mile. . Only takes one itchy trigger. One more widow, one less white *. . Chorus. . Hong kong is up for grabs. London is full of arabs. We could be in
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echoing inside my head. A single voice above the noise. And like a common thread sing it to me. When I hear my favorite song. I know that we belong. 'Cause you are the music in me. It's living in all of us
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, yeah, your honesty. . One likes to believe in the freedom of music,. But glittering prizes and endless compromises. Shatter the illusion of integrity. . For the words of the prophets were written
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The army of darkness. Blackened corpse, continuous source. Victims of lost hope, lost will. Flame burned low through fault of mine. Strength left to clutch at the flames. . Ive seen the depths
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The music stopped. . But we were still dancing. . Which goes to show. . That music has charm. . The lights were low. . So we kept on dancing. . I fealt the glow. . Of you in my arms
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The music stopped. . But we were still dancing. . Which goes to show. . That music has charm. . The lights were low. . So we kept on dancing. . I fealt the glow. . Of you in my arms
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The music stopped. . But we were still dancing. . Which goes to show. . That music has charm. . The lights were low. . So we kept on dancing. . I fealt the glow. . Of you in my arms
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. Write the words under cover of moonlight, oh. Make some magic with the things that you say. Together we can kill the day With our night music. You're the singer and I'm the song. Oh, night music
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Verse 1. Well, the rock still rolls. The beat goes on. after all of this time. Faces change but the song's the same. And it feels so fine, play it one more time CHORUS. They want American music
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discover. Music still possesses all of its charms. As I serenade my lover. Dancing by in someone else's arms But I am not allowed to show the crowd. What happens when romance has gone. I must hide my
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discover. Music still possesses all of its charms. As I serenade my lover. Dancing by in someone else's arms But I am not allowed to show the crowd. What happens when romance has gone. I must hide my
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Bài hát Top Of The World - The Carpenters. Such a feelin's comin' over me . There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see. Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes. And I won't be surprised if
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All hail to the Lords of the Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the music in their story All hail to the Lords of the Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the lands of ancient
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In midnight guise these cobalt eyes. Pierce the indigo skies. In tearing through a Prussian army. Hence the royal hue. Forget-me-nots and violet plains weep titanium chains. Of sapphire days and
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. Beauty makes the world go round. Beauty makes the world go round. Amen. . I am the pinnacle of man. A superselling brand I am. I am a record label scam. The biggest in japan I am. . Entering the
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. And his is the only music that makes me dance He'll sleep and he'll rise. In the light of two eyes that adore him. Bore him it might. But he won't leave my sight for a glance In every way, everyday I
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. And his is the only music that makes me dance He'll sleep and he'll rise. In the light of two eyes that adore him. Bore him it might. But he won't leave my sight for a glance In every way, everyday I
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surely be your brother). (So brother please). Heed the call. (The piper he's still piping). The magic in the music. (The drummer he's still drumming). The message in the music. (Sweet songs of loving
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. Boys in a bomb fight. Some of them alight. Sight in the cover. My satellite gonna see the army, army. We protect me brother. Tactical calibrate and see from every colour. Run with the rude boy
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sons of bitches. I'll recruit my army from the orphanages. I been to St. Herman's church, said my religious vows. As I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows. . I've got the pork chops, she's
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honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music. But glittering prizes and endless compromises. Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah Invisible airwaves crackle with life. Bright antennae bristle
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knows,. The world knows In darkness,. I see shapes and beings, dancing on the walls. And in the corners of the ceiling They surround me,. Like an army of ninja ghosts,. Waiting for me to sleep
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discover. Music still possesses all of its charms. As I serenade my lover. Dancing by in someone else's arms But I am not allowed to show the crowd. What happens when romance has gone. I must hide my
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Is the music of grove skin rock. Soaked in the diesel of war boys war?. Blood, black gold and the face of a judge. Is the music calling for a river of blood? Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso
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Free the music, unleash the vibe. Of a psychedelic relic from the trailer park tribe. With a 12 pack of audio beer. Designed to make you move like a puppeteer. Twang town sound taking a trip
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. Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree. Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine. Army of the liberation, gunpoint indoctrination. The fires of sedition. Fulfill the
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There is music for lovers. It to be found. In the sound. Of a sigh. And there's music for lovers. In the hush-a-bye dreams. Of a child. When the whole world discovers. That love's the only
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Nothing seems right. Except for the music at night. A change in the season. It comes like a thorn in my side. Lost in a maze, lost in a maze I looked for you, I was invisible too. Sleeping on
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. Evil grows a drive for tears. Tears are born in states of fear. Damage done I leave behind. Afterlife my state of mind. Dream's a dream a time gone by. I long to live the day I die. . Wake up
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Bài hát The Legend Of The Johnson Boys - Flatt, Scruggs. Have you heard the many a story. Told by old and young with joy. 'Bout the many deeds of daring. That was done by the Johnson boys. That was
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Well, Northern Georgia, highway 41. Beside the carpet mills and the gas stations. There was a music store slash radio shack. With the sound of dreamers jammin' in the back Well, we rocked all
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. Angel of music, guide and guardian. Grant to me your glory. . Meg. Who is this angel?. This. . Both. Angel of music, hide no longer. Secret and strange angel. . Christine. He's with me even
