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chum. Carbonated gastric stew. Excreted, distilled, and imbibed. A nidorous concoction fermented to proof. The dead I tap, siphon, and grind solo "Dead Drunk" by S. C. McGrath. solo "Consumption of
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slip right out of my skin. Out of my, slip right out of my skin. And tell all my secrets. And open my scars. Break into pieces. Cause at the end of me, at the end of me. That’s where You start. Do you
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Bài hát Prophehan - Eternal Tears of Sorrow. Gap between the scenes. Severs present and the time to come. On the layers of outer heaven. All hidden omens are found. The one who seeks. May find the
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children of the colonies. Got a different tale to tell. I'm going down to the city. Tell my folks I'm doing well. Are you going to the party?. Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?. Bringing back the
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the kiss of dawn. Touching the pain that you left me with. At the kiss of dawn. . I'm tired of the games. I'm playing with you. When you're not here. Death frees from the fear of dying. It's
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the kiss of dawn. Touching the pain that you left me with. At the kiss of dawn. . I'm tired of the games. I'm playing with you. When you're not here. Death frees from the fear of dying. It's
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Oh, I've been stumblin' through the darkness. Tryin' to feel the ground beneath my feet. Afraid of movin' much in any direction. Stuck where the past and the future meet But I finally got my first
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Bài hát Rhythm Of Love - Scorpions. Let's spend the night together. I know you want it too. The magic of the moment. Is what I've got for you. The heartbeat of this night. Is made to lose control
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Quicksand is a code of arms. Lose sleep with some liquid fiction. Last rites every Friday night. While we cool with the lights on High tide tied around the neck. The same song everybody's
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Quicksand is a code of arms. Lose sleep with some liquid fiction. Last rites every Friday night. While we cool with the lights on High tide tied around the neck. The same song everybody's
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tiThe Other Side Of Down. arDavid Archuleta. alThe Other Side Of Down. 00-4. 00David Archuleta - The Other Side Of Down. 00-3. 00. 00-1. 00. Down down,. Down down,. Down down. (down down). Here I am
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tell,. 'Bout a brave young Indian,. You should remember well. From the land of the Pima Indian,. A proud and noble band,. Who farmed the Phoenix Valley,. In Arizona land. Down the ditches a
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Instrumental). Not to be confused with the play of the. Same name - at least not the characters,. We hope. This piece is for Gentle Giant. As a whole - out engineer, Martin. Rushant, included. -----------------------------------------------
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I see the light of a silver moon. shining on lovers and liars Angry morning, wasted nights. One more day that we see slipping by. Walls and bridges we don't cross. One more battle in the war
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I see the light of a silver moon. shining on lovers and liars Angry morning, wasted nights. One more day that we see slipping by. Walls and bridges we don't cross. One more battle in the war
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. Repeat, repeat the sounding joy. . He rules the world. With truth and grace. And makes the nations prove. The glories of His righteousness. And wonders of His love. And wonders of His love. And
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. Repeat the sounding joy,. Repeat the sounding joy,. Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. He rules the world with truth and grace,. And makes the nations prove. The glories of His righteousness,. And
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,. And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing. He rules the world with truth and grace,. And makes the nations prove. The glories of His righteousness,. And wonders of His love,. And wonders of His love,. And
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The leaves of brown came tumbling down, remember. That September in the rain. The sun went out just like a dyin' ember. That September in the rain To every word of love I heard you whisper. The
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If you feel alive. In a darkened room. Do you know the name. Of your solitude. If you ain't got the answer. If you don't know the truth. If you want the power. Then let it flow through
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Sorry, it touches a bad news. What you wanted I say come on and go. Louder, lookin' at all the fires. I say anyway the inch took off Sorry, the angels had split sure. Of the verge and washed away. To
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. . (Verse). Sorry, it touches a bad news. What you wanted? I say come on and go. Louder, lookin at all the fires. I say anyway the inch took off. . (Verse). Sorry, the angels had split sure. Of the
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Walking after dark. In the New York City park. Your thoughts are so unholy. In the holiest of holes. Onward Christian soldiers. Filled with jivin' mind control. The blood left on the dance floor
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Capture the moment. Carry the day. Stay with the chase. As long as you may Follow the dreamer. The fool and the sage. Back to the days. Of the innocent age Storybook endings. Never appear
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give you anything. They bear the cross of Coeur de Leon. Salvation for the mirror blind. But if you pray, all your sins are hooked upon the sky. Pray and the heathen lie will disappear. Prayers they hide
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give you anything. They bear the cross of Coeur de Leon. Salvation for the mirror blind. But if you pray, all your sins are hooked upon the sky. Pray and the heathen lie will disappear. Prayers they hide
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down. Lay down the song you strum. And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings. No voice can hope to hum Struck by the sounds before the sun. I knew the night
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course. The cry of freedom. Face in the wind, we're riding the storm. We'll stay our course whatever will come. Wandering souls in the sea of the damned. Death or glory, oh, oh we're riding the storm
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There is but one freedom. Man running along. Each step that he's taking. A step to his soul. The passion and courage. It takes to be there. The spirit of freedom. Alive in the air Whenever the
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. They've been sleeping for too long. And the whispers from the spirits of the men who drew that dawn. . Now is our chance. Now is our chance. And we can dance into the fire. . There are marks on the
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course. The cry of freedom. Face in the wind, we're riding the storm. We'll stay our course whatever will come. Wandering souls in the sea of the damned. Death or glory, oh, oh we're riding the storm
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falling so hard that it’s painful. When it hurts I know the feeling’s real. (Chorus – part 1). I let nothing in the middle, nothing in the middle. Of me and you, of me and you. Nothing in the middle, in the
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. Might be the hardest to take. But when you come out of the water. I'm a believer, my heart is fleshy. Life is short with a temper like Joe Pesci. They always come and sing your praises, your name is
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There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God I know I'm one. . My mother was a tailor. She sewed my new bluejeans. My father
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keep you alive. The experience of lovin'. Won't take all the pain away. Just understanding for the first time. What you feel inside. Love is in your life. And having come this far. Cherishing your
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, the village of St. Bernadette Ave, ave, ave Ma-ri-a. Ave, ave, ave Ma-ri-i-ia There, like a dream, this wonderful night. I gazed at the grotto aglow in the light. A feeling divine swept over me
