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He took the heat out of the flame, He took the heat right out of the flame. You took the heat out of the flame. You took the heat right out of the flame. . Out of the fire burning they came
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He took the heat out of the flame, He took the heat right out of the flame. You took the heat out of the flame. You took the heat right out of the flame. . Out of the fire burning they came
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(Steve Cropper - Otis Redding ) Sittin' in the morning sun. I'll be sittin' when the evening comes. Watching the ships roll in. And I'll watch them roll away again. I'm sittin' on the dock of the
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Your mama says that through the week. You can't go out with me. But when the weekend comes around. She knows where we will be Kissin' in the back row. Of the movies on a Saturday night with you
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Snippet. I feel the blood rushin' throughout ya body. You see the scars painted over my skin. I'm always numb to the topic of loving. I fell in love with the subject of sin
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thing you gotta know. Beyond the clouds there's nothin' but blue skies. Hey, hey, hey, hey Out of the storm, come on in out of the rain. Out of the storm. Out of the storm, come on in out of the rain
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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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You're so young and you know so much. Heaven help us all from the tales you tell. You're so old and innocent as Hell. How I love your questions, you queen of the new year Oh, you're so young and
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In the still of the night as I gaze out of my window. At the moon in its flight, my thoughts all stray to you. In the still of the night while the world lies in slumber. Oh the times without
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In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came . That voice which calls to me and speaks my name . And do I dream again? For now I find . Phantom of the opera is there inside my mind. Sing once again with
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death upon the land, go Caught in the eye of the storm. Did the heaven just open and fall?. We are caught in the eye of the storm. All that's left are just bodies to mourn Can you see the lightning
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death upon the land, go Caught in the eye of the storm. Did the heaven just open and fall?. We are caught in the eye of the storm. All that's left are just bodies to mourn Can you see the lightning
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haloes on the moon. Gives my hands the shapes of angels. In the heat of the night the animals scream. In the heat of the night walking into a dream Fall, fall, fall, fall. Into the walls. Jump, jump
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Here on the edge of the moon. Running from our future. As I look back. Your heart grabs my hand. Asking me. To remember a vow you made. That would always take. Me to the edge of the moon
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to the unreal. And mad boy grips the microphone. Wit' a fistful of steel. Yeah and mad mad boy grips the microphone. Wit' a fistful of steel Wit' a fistful of steel. ('Cause I know the power of
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The holly and the ivy, when they are both full grown. Of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown. O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer. The playing of the
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, let the town crier cry. And if it's on a ditty, this is what I'll reply In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, tell 'em I'll be there. In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, better save a chair. Oh
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This is the rhythm of the night. The night, oh yeah. The rhythm of the night. This is the rhythm of my life. My life, oh yeah. The rhythm of my life You could put some joy upon my face. Oh
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words. The grand old Duke of York. He had 10,000 men. He marched them up to the top of the hill. And he marched them down again. Oh, the grand old Duke of York. He had 10,000 men. He marched them up
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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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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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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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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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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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There are some who can still remember. All the things that we used to do. But the days of our youth were numbered. And the ones who survive it are few Oh, I can still see the smiling faces. When
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There are some who can still remember. All the things that we used to do. But the days of our youth were numbered. And the ones who survive it are few Oh, I can still see the smiling faces. When
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There are some who can still remember. All the things that we used to do. But the days of our youth were numbered. And the ones who survive it are few Oh, I can still see the smiling faces. When
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Living on the edge, on the edge. On the edge, on the edge. Of the century See the world in revolution. Spinnin' faster all the time. We're headin' for the end of somethin'. Just about to step
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Talk to me. Want my love. Talk to me. But not that stuff. You ain't enough. Using my love. You call for me. Again I see. In the heat of the night. (You lose your heart and sell your soul). I lose
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Fire on the porch on a summer's night. All of my things are there inside. Black smoke rise up, now burn on, burn higher I smell leaves and burning tires. Dogs in the meadows barking wild
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dance we know Hard times. When the threads of love unravel. The arms stretch. But the hands don't ever meet. True love is a rocky road to travel. You better get out of the kitchen. If you cannot
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If the hands of time were hands that I could hold,. I'd keep them warm and in my hands,. They'd not turn cold!. . Hand in hand we'd choose the moments that should last,. The lovely moments that
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Written by steve byrd, ricki & kim wilde. . (light of the moon. ). . You can't touch it. It won't let you near. You can't hold it. Cos it will disappear. You can't keep it. It don't belong
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Bài hát Song Of The Sea (Lullaby) - Nolwenn Leroy. Hush now My story Close your eyes and sleep. Watzing the waves. Diving in the deep. Stars are shining bright. The wind is on the rise. Whispering
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Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times. When I never bathed I'm one of the boys. One of the
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Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times. When I never bathed I'm one of the boys. One of the
