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Inside the labyrinth walls. There lies a tiny child who sleeps alone. And as the daylight falls. The wind becomes so wild across the stone For I have made her prison be. Her every step away from m
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it's the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place. it's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace. all my books are lying usele
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Blue, blue caravan. Winding down to the valley of lights. My true love is a man. Who would hold me for ten thousand nights. In the wild, wild wailing of wind. He's a house 'neath a soft yellow mo
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Song Mission Street - Vienna Teng. Mission Street is a striking dark-eyed stranger. Speaks a language I don't know but long to learn. Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane. As I sit as
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Song Love Turns 40 . Singer Vienna Teng. She's holding a secret that she'll never tell. She's holding a secret that she'll never tell. Cause the myth is not supposed to retire. We'd rather it lit
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Song Feather Moon - Vienna Teng. Feather moon. Scarlet sky. Living clouds. My blinded eye. Waters black. Wood in snow. Dead of night. How bright you glow . Breathe in breathe out. Exhale and
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Song Transcontinental, 130am . Singer Vienna Teng. Recessional Wait. Dont let the sun go slack. Dont go alone into the cold. Wait. Dont give up on us yet. I know that theres more you havent
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Song Whatever You Want - Vienna Teng. He's a company man, your right hand, 13 years and counting. . No detectable ambition, a model of efficiency, far as you can see. . He knows every loophole, the
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Song I Don'T Feel So Well - Vienna Teng. I don't feel so well. I thought that you should know. I thought that you should know. That I don't feel so well. I thought that you should know before you
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It's so beautiful here," she says, . "This moment now and this moment, now. " . And I never thought I would find her here . Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed. . But she's looking at me, st
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Song Anna Rose - Vienna Teng. Anna Roe dancing on the carpet of the sky. Time to close your wondering eyes. Where I see the sleepiness creeping . Anna Rose it makes my heart smile. To know you
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Song Hope On Fire . Singer Vienna Teng. Gotta fight, gotta strike. 'Cause there's no turnin' away. From what you don't want to know. Gotta see gotta be. If they're all goin' astray. Don't let
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Music by Vienna Teng, David Henry and Jim Batcho. . Gotta fight gotta strike. 'cause there's no turning away. From what you don't want to know. Gotta see gotta be. If they're all going astray
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Song Shasta (Carrie'S Song) - Vienna Teng. So far so good. You're coming to the bend at the end of the road. You put a hand to the belly that's foreign more. With every day like an oversize load
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Song Now Three - Vienna Teng. City fast asleep. Clouds up on the hill. So quiet, so still. Dreams of rain in sheets,. Dreams of ice and wings. So delicate, these things. Love, love, love is a
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Song The Atheist Christmas Carol . Singer Vienna Teng. It's the season of grace . coming out of the void. Where a man is saved . by a voice in the distance. It's the season of possible. miracle
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Song Shine - Vienna Teng. In this desert land I know some rain must fall. See where we began we've come so far. On this harbor shore we hear the ocean call. In our minds at war we have so far to
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It's desert ice outside but this diner has thawed my ears. Hot coffee in a clean white mug and a smile when the waitress hears. That I was born in North Carolina. Not an hour from her home town. A
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I died in a car crash two days ago. Was unrecognizable. When they pulled me from the gears. No one's fault, no one's bottle. No one's teenage pride or throttle. Our innocence is all the worse for
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Hey love. Is that the name you're meant to have. For me to call. Look love. They've given up believing. They've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall. But don't you believe them. Don't you drink
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Bài hát Pontchartrain - Vienna Teng. Sunday. Dark water draining north, the heat. Swells and bursts like plague. Sunday. Ever-so-faint slow tambourine. Glides onward toward the grave. Who drew
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