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. The drought and dry root out The mighty poet I roy was on the wire. Weston did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie. Dread I street 66, the sad man said, any policeman come here. Will get some
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flat somewhere When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street Where I grow up, there were no factories. There was a school and shops and some fields and trees. And rows of houses one by one appeared
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won't read your poetry, oh, sweetness please So she took me back to her basement flat. Which was down on Charlotte Street. Though it was never my intention. We were not intense, not least because Well
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Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah nah nah. Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah nah nah. . I was heading down to Spring Street with a suitcase in my hand. Filled with love and life and grand illusion,. I knew you'd
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Saw you walking out on Sentimental Street. What'cha doing out there. Who you trying to be. I know what you're thinking. 'Cause I've been there myself. I've been kicked so many times. I don't
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tiStreet of Dreams. arGuns N' Roses. alChinese Democracy. Guns N' Roses - Street of Dreams. All the love in the world couldn’t save you. All the innocence inside. You know I tried so hard to make you
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lip. Why do I lash out. Why is it I always shoot from the hip. . I cruise from Houston to canal street. A misfit and a rebel. I see the winds talking to themselves. And I can understand. Why is
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read your poetry, oh sweetness please. So she took me back to her basement flat. Which was down on charlotte street. Though it was never my intention. We were not intense, not least because. Well if
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whispers is there no one around. And no one hears the sound. Her knees give way and hit the ground. . This is the toughest street in town. This is the toughest street in town. This is the toughest
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whispers is there no one around. And no one hears the sound. Her knees give way and hit the ground. . This is the toughest street in town. This is the toughest street in town. This is the toughest
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run this street. imma run this street. Who's gon run this street?. bih, i run this street. having fun issa last thing done. homie pass dem blunts,. i run this street. came from da south,. put my name
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Song Everything Must Go - Manic Street Preachers. Shed some skin for the fear within. Is starting to hurt me with everything Freed from the memory. Escape from our history, history And I just hope
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Song Further Away - Manic Street Preachers. The further away I get from you. The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else. The happier I am when I'm with you. The harder it gets when I
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Song Enola/Alone - Manic Street Preachers. The Statue of Liberty looks so solemn on the TV. 100 percent risk of stepping outside. Every second too precious to try My heart aches for Enola, from my
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I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,. 'Bout an old man who never done wrong. How he died nobody can say,. They found him dead in the street one day. . Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine
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ain't no turning back. He's the kid that cried wolf and got the blame So Joeys on the street again. But his freedoms running out. When you play with fire. One tear can put it out Everybody wants Joey
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I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,. 'Bout an old man who never done wrong. How he died nobody can say,. They found him dead in the street one day. . Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine
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everyone can see the church is covered in gold. . Wish I had a home. With ten million rooms. I'd open up the doors. And let the street children through. Wish that I could scoop. All of those children
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tiThe 59th street bridge song. arPaul Simon. The 59th Street Bridge Song》 -- Simon and Garfunkel. Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. On the sunny side of the street. . Can't you hear the pitter-pat. And that happy tune is your step
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worry on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. To the sunny side of the street Can't you hear a pitter-pat?. And that happy tune is your step. Life can
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*** your coat and *** your hat baby. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. On the sunny side of the street Can't you hear that pitter-pat there?. That happy tune is yours
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Song Crash Street Kids - Mott The Hoople. See my thoughts and then see my scars. See my clothes, I dress to kill. See my blood and see my gun. The crash street kids are comin' to get ya. (Better run
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. Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete. And it's your face I'm looking for on every street. . A ladykiller - regulation tattoo. Silver spurs on his heels. Says - what can I tell you as I'm standing
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first time in days Now I'm haunted by a longing this afternoon on Main Street You're smiling and oh, how apropos. I once had an ending but now I have the go. I laugh when you say, "Flowers say what they
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Song Slash 'N' Burn - Manic Street Preachers. You need your stars, even killers have prestige. Access to a living you will not see. 24 boredom, I'm convicted instantly. Gorgeous poverty of created
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(Spoken). Yo Black. What's up Street?. Soup's ready. Sure it's ready?. I know it's ready. Is the soup hot?. Too hot. Burnin' hot?. Crazy hot. What's in the soup?. All the ingredients
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Bài hát Cry From The Street (Album Version). Ca sĩ David Gilmour. Black shadows dance beyond the neon glow. There's rumours in your head that just won't let go. They hold on so tight, it makes your
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Song No Surface All Feeling - Manic Street Preachers. Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilized. Just take a look at the whites of my eyes. See me now and I will apologies. For me, for you, we knew
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Well, I'll sing you a song, it ain't very long. About an old man, he never done wrong. How he died nobody can say. They found him dead in the street one day And the crowd, they gathered one fine
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Chorus. There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street. Stoppin' every man that she does meet. Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet. I'll show you my place on Caroline street. . She claimed
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along. The fan goes around. In the room off the street. At the end of the town Every sigh, every sway. You can hear everything that they say. Something's begun like a war. Or a family or a
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Every time I walk. Every time I run. Every time I move. As always, for us. Every time I look. Every time I love. Every time I hope. As always, for us (on the street, I'm still). 내 두 발은 선뜻 걸어
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Uh, what, what, uh Chorus. Street dreams are made of these. Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's. A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key. Everybody's looking for something. Street dreams are made