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up. Chorus Jeonghan, Dino, THE8. If there is a God of Music. This is a message for you. Gather one note after the other, mm. Dance and sing, this feels amazing. Post-Chorus Vernon, Jun. Kung chi pak
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laugh. And music plays. I stumble by. And hide my pain. Mmmm, the lamps are lit. The moon is gone. I think I've crossed. The Rubicon. And I, I, I, I, I, I, I. Walk the streets of love. And they're full of
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the suburbs most of em did. Raisin puppies, having yuppies. Where did all the wild ones go. . Chorus. Homemade music aint on the radio. Homemade music jam it in, close the door. Homemade music
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The army yearns, come on dance. Push it just enough. Ancient parts, distant bloods. Take a chance my love. If I'll run pass the rocks to a wonderful. Piece of love like they can. Spirit up
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like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use. And did you think this fool could never win. Well look at me, I'm coming back again. I got a taste of love in a simple way. And if you need to know while
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best of lovers. Yet be the best of friends. If we can try with everyday to make it better as it grows. With any luck, then I suppose. The music never ends I know the way I feel for you. It's now or
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piece). . Verse 2 Game. . That’s that crack music, nigga. Never spit a verse ‘cause I was makin’ trap music, nigga. I’m not an army, I’m a movement. The flow is water, Andre tired to Ice Cube him
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(Bator/James). Video games train the kids for war. Army chic in high-fashion. stores. Law and order's done their job. Prisons filled while. the rich still rob. Assassination politics
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* iron army. Though I walk the vally of death I will fear no evil. I built myself a * iron army
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doin fine once the music starts. Oh!. . Chorus. To the beat of the rhythm of the night. Dance until the morning light. Forget about the worries on your mind. We can leave them all behind. To the
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doin fine once the music starts. Oh!. . Chorus. To the beat of the rhythm of the night. Dance until the morning light. Forget about the worries on your mind. We can leave them all behind. To the
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Day Of The Dead (Audio) - AJ Hoge. I arrive in Guatemala on The Day of the Dead, November 1st. I’m curious about this holiday, so I go. to the cemetery to see what’s happening. What I find is quite
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the best of friends. If we can try with everyday to make it better. As it grows, with any luck, then I suppose. The music never ends. . I know the way I feel for her, it's now or never. (How do
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Six string music. By jimmy buffett, G. E. Smith. 1994. Turn off the T. V. Turn off the *. Kick off your high heels. Climb up in my lap. . Chorus. And I'll play music. A song from me
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your body baby, do the conga. I know you can't control yourself any longer. Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger. Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat. Everbody gather 'round
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, my angel of music. He's there the Phantom of the opera
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You see that mountain over there,. Yea, one of these days. I'm going to climb that mountain. Oh play me some mountain music. Like Grandma and Grandpa used to play. Then I'll float on down the
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the myth of fingerprints. That's what that old army post was for Well, the sun gets bloody. And the sun goes down. Ever since the watermelon. And the lights come up. On the black pit town Somebody
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the myth of fingerprints. That's what that old army post was for Well, the sun gets bloody. And the sun goes down. Ever since the watermelon. And the lights come up. On the black pit town Somebody
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the myth of fingerprints. That's what that old army post was for Well, the sun gets bloody. And the sun goes down. Ever since the watermelon. And the lights come up. On the black pit town Somebody
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the myth of fingerprints. That's what that old army post was for Well, the sun gets bloody. And the sun goes down. Ever since the watermelon. And the lights come up. On the black pit town Somebody
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. If I listen hard, if I listen hard now,. I can hear him sayyy. I know somewhere we can go,. So much better. Oh the music in my mind,. Oh now the music in my mi-i-ind,. I know somewhere we can go
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. If I listen hard, if I listen hard now,. I can hear him sayyy. I know somewhere we can go,. So much better. Oh the music in my mind,. Oh now the music in my mi-i-ind,. I know somewhere we can go
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Standing at the terminal I can almost hear the music. Coming from the cold and chilly L. A. night. And when we get to the gate, baby all of the things that were said Will they turn you 'round and
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best of lovers. Yet be the best of friends. If we can try with everyday to make it better as it grows. With any luck, then I suppose. The music never ends I know the way I feel for you. It's now or
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when you read to me. And you. You can read me anything. The book of love has music in it. In fact that's where music comes from. Some of it is just transcendental. Some of it is just really dumb. But I
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can read me anything. The book of love has music in it. In fact that's where music comes from. Some of it is just transcendental. Some of it is just really dumb. But I. I love it when you sing to me
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Before I knew that I was blessed. When I was just like the rest of the people. Who never let dreams in their minds. Music would play and say. Maybe you're wastin' your time Before I knew what
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. Listen to, listen to, listen to the music of the night wind. Listen. To the music of the night wind. Listen. To the music of the night wind Listen to the people. Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh
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Panic. (The Puppini Sisters). . Panic on the streets of London. Panic on the streets of Birmingham. I wonder to myself. Could life ever be sane again?. The Leeds side-streets that you slip
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Words and music by mann/hilliard In the wee small hours of the morning. While the whole wide world is fast asleep. You lie awake and think about the girl. And never ever think of counting sheep
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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. where night is light. the phantom of the opera is there/here. Inside your/my mind. . Phantom. sing, my angel of music. . Christine. he's there, the phantom of the opera. . Phantom. Sing, sing
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How do you keep the music playing?. How do you make it last?. How do you keep the song from fading too fast? How do you lose yourself to someone. And never lose your way?. How do you not run out
