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When Irish eyes are smiling. Sure, it is like a morning spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter. You can hear the angels sing. . When Irish hearts are happy. All the world seems bright and gay
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shape. In streaks of color and fields of rage. Until the lions are burned at the stake. It's a choice that we all have make. It's a choice that I'll have to make Eyes on the horizon. The sky is so
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the house,. Cook of the house. . The salads in the bowl,. The rice is on the stove. Green beans in the colander and where the resy is heaven only knows. . Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn
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the house,. Cook of the house. . The salads in the bowl,. The rice is on the stove. Green beans in the colander and where the resy is heaven only knows. . Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn
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the house,. Cook of the house. . The salads in the bowl,. The rice is on the stove. Green beans in the colander and where the resy is heaven only knows. . Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn
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, like an Irish volunteer. . Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere. We'll fight and fall beneath its folds, like Irish volunteers!. Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all
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cook lil' babies. Hills have eyes (x2). C'mon babe. Take a lil' ride with me. To the desert. There's no-one to see. A radioactive. Family's chasin' me. They really know. How to cook lil' babies. Hills
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getting colder. And I’m just holding on until it’s over. Mayday. Somebody save me now. I’m closing my eyes. ‘Cause once the sun rises. It’s out of my hands. It’s out of my hands. Who's to say this history
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tiHeroes. arDavid Cook. alDavid Cook. David Cook - Heroes. As the sun goes down in front of me. It reminds of me of where I want to be. With you and you alone. Hold me in like you were made for me
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tiGoodbye to The Girl. arDavid Cook. alThis Loud Morning. David Cook - Goodbye to The Girl. Paint another picture black and blue. Take another moment one or two. Just to get over you. When did all
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. Found to chase down the dawn. And i fell every night as it turns. Into light with my eyes just shut tight. Sailing all alone. I thought i made it home. But i threw it all away. Oh i leave myself strong
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an ending. Cause I’m needing to escape. And kill the blinding lights of day to try again. Close my eyes and start descending. I, I can’t seem to find a way back in time. Every last thought of love we
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tiMr. Sensitive. arDavid Cook. alDavid Cook. David Cook--Mr. Sensitive. UKoO. net . day in and day out. watch them scream watch them shout. through the silence. through the silence. give them ears
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tiThis Is Not The Last Time. arDavid Cook. alThis Loud Morning. David Cook - This Is Not The Last Time. I remember. When the world outside. Was just a picture. Where the colors came alive. Nothing
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Incomprehensible She cattin' around to catch you, man. And butters you up to buy her. Darlin', she's just a flash in the pan. And now don't you wanna cook him with fire? I'm talkin' 'bout kickin' the role thing
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. . Verse. Over in Killarney, many years ago,. My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low. Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way. And I'd give the world if I could hear that song
