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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
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Song These Are The Times - Harry Belafonte. When tides at ease on the evening breeze. And the scarlet moon starts its gentle rise. The drowsy whale spouts a misty trail. And the stars gather slowly
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A crack forms in the foundation. Well fault line through your defenses. Illuminating the essence. Once clouded by the myth Store bought conformity. Force-fed duality. I warp reality The comfort
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The project. Let's get together. We're the only ones you can unite. All the people on the left and all the ones who on the right. It's time to stop the fight and start believing in the concept. The
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Bài hát The Birth Of Evil - Ancient Bards. Storyteller . In Westland one day . A stranger appeared . His name was Dorus. He had a revelation. Daltor he met. The king of the West. And breathlessly
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