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anything like this. I always wind up, screwed without a kiss. And every single minute that goes by. I'm getting deeper in it all the time, ole, okay. I wouldn't have it any other way And I promise to
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Bài hát Tell The World (Acoustic) - Eric Hutchinson. Let's tell the world all the things we've done. Falling in love with a setting sun. I've got a song and a smile so bright. I'll make you wish you
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Zeppelin never left her. Never died or second guessed her, painted on her body. The stars would never hurt her. Never lie, never desert her. Painted on her body. She prayed to God when she was
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I was a child once. The fear of the world in my eyes. Far from the safety of the other side. I colored by numbers. Learned how to tie my own shoes. Like all the others. I was just. Afraid I'd
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My life in the D is a tragicomedy, a poetic verse. Its voodoo, some say black magic ettouffe, a dead mans curse. Its just like the Egyptian tombs, tunnels leading to empty rooms. Skeptics think
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Well, I'm convinced that underneath that black hair. There's a listening device planted there. And there's a man who follows me everywhere. And I shouldn't care I sit and watch as the world takes
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You're quiet, you don't talk. You're shut down and closed off. You're like me, we're the same. I'm Brendan, what's your name? I've been a little bit down on my luck. I think you know where I'm
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the trends, . They're setting so, forgive me, . If I'm so ordinary, with extraordinary reasons to live. . It's just like a boy, to save his honor and his money, . It's just like a girl, to feel
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Plains and painted trees, the long south willow street. A raging river turning. Feelings never change, the names remain the same, and children go on learning. . Like all the town she fights, she
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Bài hát Tell The World - Eric Hutchinson. Let’s tell the world all the things we’ve done. Falling in love in the setting sun. I got a song and a smile so bright. I’ll make you wish you were here
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eye. . But the less I know, the better. The faster I go, jet setter. I chase around the world. But I never get the girl. . But it doesn't really matter. If you won't have any part of this. My
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insight Now she knows the uselessness. The nonsense of it all. Oh, she understands the ways of men. Kicking in their stall Oh, here I come with empty hands. Ready to receive. And I just hope she
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. Another minute longer. Don't go all soft. You've got to be stronger Don't speculate. 'Cause no one ever knows. It's up to fate. And you can't predict the way it goes You could have it nice or
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The Gospel according to Tony Day. The Gospel according to Tony Day. The Gospel according to Tony Day. If I find a girl he'll take her away. Rotten Tony!. . The Gospel according to Brendan
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Electric eyes and a see-saw brain. The ghost of you and a phantom pain. And insects iridescent sheen. The bluest sky I've ever seen. I've ever seen I want my piece, I want my slice. A beat-up
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you've heard. And all that was said. The lines get blurred. It's all in your head Forget what is right. Forget who you are. When you see the light. It's no longer a star And we'll chalk it up to a
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Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on. And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong. When the girls are looking on. When the girls are looking on. If you tied my hands and put chains on my
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like a meaningless fling The man in the pink, such a mild-mannered fellow. He gave me a wink and a good-natured hello. And lately I'm tired all the time. Guilty of the worst kind of crime. Oh, a game
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I've tried but I don't believe her. She lies, she's a deceiver. I might, I might just leave her be Alone in my apartment. Lights out I'm in the dark again. I'll wait for someone to rescue me, to
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you're awake you're not so deep Could be a bad habit I need to break. Or some kind of sentiment that I could learn to fake. Maybe it's the devil in my ear. Averting his eyes and whispering lies. So
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On the edge of a windowsill. Ponders his maker, ponders his will. To the street below, he just ain't nothin'. But he's got a great view and he sinks the needle deep. Whoa, can't touch the bottom
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On the edge of a windowsill. Ponders his maker, ponders his will. To the street below, he just ain't nothin'. But he's got a great view and he sinks the needle deep. Whoa, can't touch the bottom
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Hold on to the thread. The currents will shift. Guide me towards you. Know something's left. And we're all allowed to dream. Of the next time we touch. . You don't have to stray. The oceans
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Hold on to the thread. The currents will shift. Guide me towards you. Know something's left. And we're all allowed to dream. Of the next time we touch. . You don't have to stray. The oceans
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