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revealin' Old worlds keep closin' in. They have before, they will again. Voices call beyond the wind. Say we must go beyond the end. And follow beyond the end Old worlds keep closin' in. They have
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Bài hát The Monster - Eminem, Rihanna. I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head. You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath. And you think
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We are the children who grew too fast. We are the dust of a future past. We raise our voices in the night. Crying to heaven. And will our voices be heard. Or will they Break Like The Wind. We
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up and put him in the freezer and as you leave the apartment,. Light the place on fire!. CHORUS. Voices in my head. These are the voices in my head. Voices in my head. These are the voices in my
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feels like the end Darkness swallows a dying star. Makes no difference what you're running from. The voices follow you. Voices follow you. Voices follow you into the dark. Singing where does time go
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feels like the end Darkness swallows a dying star. Makes no difference what you're running from. The voices follow you. Voices follow you. Voices follow you into the dark. Singing where does time go
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(Art Garfunkel recorded old people in various locations in New York and Los Angeles over a period of several months. These voices were taken from those tapes. ) . Man 1 I got little in this world
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this love, my brothers and sisters. Feel the season turn, she is the mother of time. Wonders that take you, rivers that give. That's where mother's spiritual lives. Talk of a ruby, love, lover's share
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). The martry (will soon fall on his sword). The freedom (the battle rages on). The righteous (will be here when you're gone). Their voices clash with courage. Their two worlds did collide. it echoes
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is spiritual, under your spell. For not me no, the way you make me feel. Like an angel, oh, at blow. Like a feather, you make me float. Love you crazy kite on your left. Lost in sweet ectasy. Under
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is spiritual, under your spell. For not me no, the way you make me feel. Like an angel, oh, at blow. Like a feather, you make me float. Love you crazy kite on your left. Lost in sweet ectasy. Under
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listening,. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one deared. Disturb the sound of silence. Fools said i,you do not know. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you
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and run. You got to hidey hidey-hide. The old man's down the road. . He got the voices speakin' riddles. He got the eye as black as coal. He got a suitcase covered with rattlesnake hide. And he
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and run. You got to hidey hidey-hide. The old man's down the road. . He got the voices speakin' riddles. He got the eye as black as coal. He got a suitcase covered with rattlesnake hide. And he
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will serve us better. If you choose to be my girl Like Zuzu's petals, a wonderful life. The two of us shall lead. The children of the future've all the. Spiritual food they need The secrets that the
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blown away. I will be here for you. . After your time of wondering. Along this lonely road. There will be many voices calling. Mine will say welcome home. . Slowly, slowly. We turn the pages of
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?. Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned. Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?. Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?. Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?. Come run
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I will take it to the wire now. Until every race is run. I'll go straight into the fire now. Until every day is done. . Voices say, break away. Live the night as if each moment. Was the only
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. who for us has died. Tools of the carpenter. I hear you. through the symphonic voices of nature. -the purity I could never doubt. They tell me to lie on the grass. and observe my saviour. The one
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Cold rising around the silent house where the love in bloom died with the last harvest. Whispering walls remembrance to hold and the voices they weep no one hears, no one hears. So is the moon
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. Later we'll have some pumpkin pie. And we'll do some caroling You will get a sentimental feeling. When you hear. Voices singing "Let's be jolly. Deck the halls with boughs of holly" Rockin' Around the
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rise. Foolish pride. We wait Off the trail. We eat our tails. I can't fail. I wait. And wait I hear the warnings on the wing. I don't believe in anything. I hear the voices rise and sing. But I
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rise. Foolish pride. We wait Off the trail. We eat our tails. I can't fail. I wait. And wait I hear the warnings on the wing. I don't believe in anything. I hear the voices rise and sing. But I