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wait for you. Let’s stretch across the highways. Until our voices echo through the dunes. Life takes no prisoners babe. We have to do all our living soon. We are the wild ones. There is no hope for us
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hall of fame. And the world's gonna know your name. Cause you burn with the brightest flame. And the world's gonna know your name. And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame. You could go the
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fool on the hill. Sees the sun going down. And the eyes in his head. See the world spinning around Well on the way, his head in a cloud. The man of a thousand voices. Talking perfectly loud But
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abandon. You my precious friend. So whistle down the wind. Let your voices carry. Drown out all the rain. Light a patch of darkness. Treacherous and scary. Every signal that you send. Until the very end
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Nobody seems to care about you. With your tool case by the roadside. There beneath the power lines. Or the pallor of your skin. Paled beneath fluorescent lights. In a Greyhound station's cruel
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O holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope
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you down This invisible city. Where no one sees nothing. We're touching faces in the dark. Feeling pretty is so hard Now all of these voices. And all of these noises. With all their illusions of
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like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,. But that's alright because I love the way you lie. Now there’s gravel in our voices. Glass is shattered from the fight. In this tug of war
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Cold rising around the silent house where the love in bloom died with the last harvest. Whispering walls remembrance to hold and the voices they weep no one hears, no one hears. So is the moon
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prayers of all the people will fly. Blessing the city tonight. I'll wait for the sound of our voices. To sing. Love comes and it's alright, that's all. Believe me and it's alright, that's all
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prayers of all the people will fly. Blessing the city tonight. I'll wait for the sound of our voices. To sing. Love comes and it's alright, that's all. Believe me and it's alright, that's all
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Bài hát All Of The Stars - Ed Sheeran . It's just another night. And I'm staring at the moon. I saw a shooting star. And thought of you. I sang a lullaby. By the waterside and knew. If you were here
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the least. Cause our metal is a feast. But there's always someone trying to put it down. So we crank the music louder. And our voices turn to power. With a wall of sound we'll blow 'em all away
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of music. The voices talking somewhere in the house. Late spring and you're drifting off to sleep. With your teeth in your mouth. You are here with me. You are here with me. You have been here and you
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If I walk in the pathway of duty. If I work til the close of the day, Lord. I shall see the great king in all his beauty. When I've gone the last mile of the way, Lord, yes sir When Ive gone the
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Bài hát The Call Of The Mountains - Eluveitie. Against the waves, with our swords in our hands. Against the sea, with our backs to the walls. Against distress, in the presence of our enemies. Against
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grown bitter but of this you may be sure. the rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor. and theres a mighty judgement coming, but i may be wrong. you see, you hear these funny voices
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grown bitter but of this you may be sure. the rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor. and theres a mighty judgement coming, but i may be wrong. you see, you hear these funny voices
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waits to be taken. If you only will. The voices inside you. Can lead your soul astray. Believe in what you dream. Don't turn away. Don't you turn away. Reach for the light. You might touch the sky. Stand
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You say that your visions are guided. Or maybe they've been mislead. On the Dark Side of the Sun. Living just to bury the dead On the Dark Side of the Sun. On the Dark Side of the Sun Belief in
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East of the sun and west of the moon. We'll build a dream house a lovely view. Close to the sun in the day. Nearer to the moon at night. We'll live in a lovely way dear. Sharing our love in the
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East of the sun and west of the moon. We'll build a dream house a lovely view. Close to the sun in the day. Nearer to the moon at night. We'll live in a lovely way dear. Sharing our love in the
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In the still of the night. As I gaze out of my window. And the moon in its flight. All thoughts, all stray to you In the still of the night. While the world lies in slumber. Oh, the times
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High above the heat of a summer in New York street. An out of work musician plays a solo saxophone. And he's a preacher and a teacher, and he stands up all alone. . Stranded in the dark of a
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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 when Christ was born. O
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In the still of the night. As I gaze from of my window. At the moon in its flight. My thoughts all stray to you. In the still of the night. While the world is in slumber. Oh the times without
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Your motive, unstable. You're like an unwinding cable car. Listening for voices. But it's the choices that make us who we are Go your own way, even seasons have changed. Just burn those new
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Your motive, unstable. You're like an unwinding cable car. Listening for voices. But it's the choices that make us who we are Go your own way, even seasons have changed. Just burn those new
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Your motive, unstable. You're like an unwinding cable car. Listening for voices. But it's the choices that make us who we are Go your own way, even seasons have changed. Just burn those new
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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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ti. ar. al. Visions of johanna. Bob Dylan. 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
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ti. ar. al. Visions of johanna. Bob Dylan. 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
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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