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Turn the beat around. Love to hear the percussion. Turn it upside down. Love to hear the percussion. Love to hear it. . Blow horns you sure sound pretty. Your violins keep movin' to the nitty
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more Now a man don't mind if the stars grow dim. And the clouds blow over and darken him. As long as the Lord God's watching over them. Keeping track how it all goes on But I've been walking through
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all. . Banner clad spears in thousands wreath. Fallen seethe on hooves beneath. Horns blow the length of man's breath. Ride the path to gates of death. The writ of the sword
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more Now a man don't mind if the stars grow dim. And the clouds blow over and darken him. As long as the Lord God's watching over them. Keeping track how it all goes on But I've been walking through
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more Now a man don't mind if the stars grow dim. And the clouds blow over and darken him. As long as the Lord God's watching over them. Keeping track how it all goes on But I've been walking through
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more Now a man don't mind if the stars grow dim. And the clouds blow over and darken him. As long as the Lord God's watching over them. Keeping track how it all goes on But I've been walking through
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grow dim. And the clouds blow over and darken him. As long as the Lord God's watching over them. Keeping track how it all goes on But I've been walking through the night and the day. Till my eyes get
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Bài hát Here Once Again - Hardwell, Dr. Phunk. Blow your mind, blow, blow your mind. Blow your mind. With the rocking crowd now. I’m keeping on. With my word and soul. So I’m pure perfection. From
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leave. Please take me, take me with thee. . Now I hear my mother from the deep. Sing me a lullaby of eternal sleep. Wilt blow wee plant that last to recall. As in silence we sing to reborn
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hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart. For wild is the wind . You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins. You kiss me, and with your kiss the world begins. You're Spring to me, all things to me
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hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart. For wild is the wind . You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins. You kiss me, and with your kiss the world begins. You're Spring to me, all things to me
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hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart. For wild is the wind. You touch me,. I hear the sound of violins. You kiss me,. And with your kiss the world begins. You're Spring to me,. All things
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crying. Wait at the gate or they'll stop you. And blow you apart. . Stop awhile, take a smile. Know that you're living in today. Up and down, look around. No need to hide yourself away
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, the whole crowd goes so loud. He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out. He's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now. The clock's run out, time's up over, blow! . Snap back to reality, oh there goes
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to blow against the wind" I know what I know. I'll sing what I've said. We come and we go. That's a thing that I keep. In the back of my head I know what I know. I'll sing what I've said. We come
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to blow against the wind" I know what I know. I'll sing what I've said. We come and we go. That's a thing that I keep. In the back of my head I know what I know. I'll sing what I've said. We come
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to blow against the wind" I know what I know. I'll sing what I've said. We come and we go. That's a thing that I keep. In the back of my head I know what I know. I'll sing what I've said. We come
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. Seems to be telling me where I'm going When the whistles blow. And the cymbals crash. And the sparklers light the sky. I'm going to raise the roof. I'm going to carry on. Give me an old trombone
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Ahhhh!! Look out, it's the Funkadelic Funk for chumps. Who don't be knowin my name, I tear the frame out ya punks. I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip. I get biz with the skit, I
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The cold in your eyes. Like the misty breath of a whisper. On an ice-cold morn The cold in your face. Like a dagger drawn. Like a flashing blade. In a killer blow We were never lovers. And
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Chapmantown And late in the evening, when the sun was low. Way off in the distance you could hear the train blow. The folks would come runnin', and Moma would say. "Get the supper on the table, here comes
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desert floor. I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm. Gonna be a twister to blow everything down. That ain't got the faith to stand it's ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
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desert floor. I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm. Gonna be a twister to blow everything down. That ain't got the faith to stand it's ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
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,. Oh, how the wind does blow!. It stings the toes and bites the nose,. As over the ground we go. 2). Over the river and through the woods,. To have a first-rate play;. Oh, hear the bells ring, "Ting-a
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like to hear my organ. I said, 'ride, sally ride', now. ♪. Cynthia (yeah), Jerry! (Go on). If I could a-hear- the horns blow. Cynthia on the throne, yeah!. ♪. Listen to me. Cynthia and Jerry got a
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love the way you love me. Forever I'll be yours. . You blow my mind, baby. I'm so alive with you, baby. You blow my mind, baby. You blow my mind, baby, baby. . You light my fire {You light my
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buy. . Men have lied. Many good girls have gone astray. Just to hear the gypsy play. One more lilting cowboy tune. And as the rivers run dry. And the mountains blow away. They sing of lovers and
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buy. . Men have lied. Many good girls have gone astray. Just to hear the gypsy play. One more lilting cowboy tune. And as the rivers run dry. And the mountains blow away. They sing of lovers and
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love me. It's very lovely but. . Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning. Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed. . For the hardest blow of all. Is to hear the bugler call. Ya gotta get up. Ya gotta
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(Harp & guitar intro). . Well I sure take it with me wherever I go. . And you might like to see it but it never does show. . Like a wind in the valley that never does blow. . Like the grass
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Bài hát Reach For The Light - Steve Winwood. Deep in the night. The winds blow cold. And in a heartbeat. The fear takes hold. Deep in the storm. There's a place that's soft and still. Where the road
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word upon the page, you let them sail away. The wind would blow and then you'd go up against the rain. You listened to the songs and then you wrote your own. Somewhere along the way you passed the
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Song The Drama Summer - The Starting Line. We could wait for the wind to blow . Or give me a look so cold. It gives me chills . And ends the summer war . My eyes roll . Around and over and again
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Gotta hold on to this feeling. Gotta hold on to this feeling we got. Gotta hold on to this feeling. Gotta hold on to this feeling we got. Gonna blow, blow, blow. Cause we love, love, love, ya
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. They say he was ready. "I hope he was ready" is the prayer I'm praying When Gabriel begins to blow. Victory shall be mine. When the horses get ready to go. Angels won't leave me behind I'm gonna be
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?. You had to know I wanted. Something from you then. Too young to know just what it was. Something more than a friend. Is that you at the end. Well, you play in the street at night. You blow like a
