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Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?. We sit here stranded, though we're all doin our best to deny it. And Louise holds a handfull of rain, tempting you to
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The rusted chains of prison moons. Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change. The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune. The choir softly sing. Three lullabies in an
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. Let the living die, let the living die. (say). Chorus. Can't you imagine how good going through this will make you feel?. I promise, no one will ever know. There will be no chance of you getting caught
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Bài hát Leaving Tonight - The Neighbourhood. You fooled me from the start. When you let me start to love you. It's like a bunch of broken picture frames. But the photo still remains the same. And I
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Bài hát Leaving Tonight - The Neighbourhood. You fooled me from the start. When you let me start to love you. It's like a bunch of broken picture frames. But the photo still remains the same. And I
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Bài hát Leaving Tonight - The Neighbourhood. You fooled me from the start. When you let me start to love you. It's like a bunch of broken picture frames. But the photo still remains the same. And I
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then you feel that it's all been worthwhile. Voices inside me keep guiding the way. Someone who loved me, I still hear them say. You can be anything. Anything. Anything you dreamed of. You can be
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. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
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. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
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. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
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. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
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Bài hát Love The Way You Lie - Rihanna. On the first page of our story . The Future seem so bright . Then the thing turn out so evil . I don't know why I'm still surprised . Even Angels have their
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it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me. . All of us under its spell. We know that it's probably magic. . Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?. I've heard
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Searching in the darkness, running from the day. Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say. Victims of the moment, future deep in doubt. Living in a whisper until we start to shout We're creatures
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. 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees. O hear the angel voices. O night divine!. O night
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song Center Of The Universe (Original Radio Edit) - Axwell. The shadow of your smile. Under the open skies. As I close my eyes. I can feel the wind arise. . We're made of star dust. Our lives
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people, maybe more. People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one dared. Disturb the sound of silence. "Fools", said I, "You do
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I am a chorus of the voices. That gather up the magnets. Set before me I attract you and repel you. A science of the heart. And blood and meaning The coldness of most beauties. Is a challenge
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. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,. Cook of the house,. I'm the cook of the house. No matter where I serve my guests,. They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of
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deserve. I'm just a kid with no ambitions. Wouldn't come home for the world. . You'll never know what I become. The king of all that's said and done. The forgotten son. . This city's buried in
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Do you really wanna go on like this. Do you really wanna go on like this. Do you really wanna go on like this. Get to the bottom of the well. Do you really wanna go on like this. Do you really
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Tin soldiers march around the world. No matter what the people say. One man makes all the policies. While the rest of us get blown away Yes, tonight you got the power. To lift your voices up and
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fears. But we're running out of time. Oh, the echoes in my mind cry. There's blood on your lies. The sky's open wide. There is nowhere for you to hide. The hunter's moon is shining. Chorus. I'm running
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fears. But we're running out of time. Oh, the echoes in my mind cry. There's blood on your lies. The sky's open wide. There is nowhere for you to hide. The hunter's moon is shining. Chorus. I'm running
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All hail to the Lords of the Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the music in their story All hail to the Lords of the Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the lands of ancient
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On a crystal morning I can see the dewdrops falling. Down from a gleaming heaven, I can hear the voices call. When you comin' home now, son, the world is not for you Tell me what's your point of
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On a crystal morning I can see the dewdrops falling. Down from a gleaming heaven, I can hear the voices call. When you comin' home now, son, the world is not for you Tell me what's your point of
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it all behind us in ashes. Just to feel your heart in my heart. A promise and a prayer to lead an' to follow Voices that call from an ancient dream. Remind me of a world I've never known We are the
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The battle is over. And the sands drunk the blood. All what there remains. Is the bitterness of delusion Circle of the Tyrants The immortality of the gods. Sits at their side. As they leave the
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it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me. . All of us under it's spell. We know that it's probably magic. . Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?. I've heard
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Song Every Grain Of Sand - The Blind Boys Of Alabama. In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need. When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed. There’s a dyin
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From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear. In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place. At the table of your love I got the brush off. At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the
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From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear. In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place. At the table of your love I got the brush off. At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the
