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passion. Touching a spark. Flame of revolution. Burning wild in your gypsy heart. Your gypsy heart Anya, Anya. The spirit of freedom. Anya, Anya. Anya The light of freedom buried. Deep within your
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passion. Touching a spark. Flame of revolution. Burning wild in your gypsy heart. Your gypsy heart Anya, Anya. The spirit of freedom. Anya, Anya. Anya The light of freedom buried. Deep within your
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Cast your eyes into the crystal. Deep inside the mystery. Is that a vision of a lonely man. I fear it looks a lot like me, yeah Is that a man without a woman. Whose life is but a shell. Empty
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metal love is here to stay. V2. Up in Seattle, in a Karaoke bar. Behind a veil of smoke, and his hair's down in his eyes. He sings Deep Purple in his best death metal voice. "Smoke on the Water and a
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emptiness inside. It doesn't just fade away. Turning the knife, how much can I bleed. The cut runs deep The cut runs deep. The cut runs deep I can't find no salvation. Can't find no healing touch
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something in diplomacy So we put her on the hit list. Of a common cunning linguist. A master of many tongues. And now she eases gently. From her Austin to her Bentley. Suddenly she feels so young I can't
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deep. That I can't eat and I can't sleep. . Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah (x2). . (Listen). Hush, hush. Thought I heard her calling my name now. Hush, hush. She broke my heart but I
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you must take your pain I don't need sacrifice, I don't need advice. This hurt surrounds me like a dissonance. Anger is power, I use it to protect myself from insanity You gotta go down deep down into
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you must take your pain I don't need sacrifice, I don't need advice. This hurt surrounds me like a dissonance. Anger is power, I use it to protect myself from insanity You gotta go down deep down into
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city club. Were something in diplomacy. So we put her on the hit list. Of a common cunning linguist. A master of many tongues. And now she eases gently. From her Austin to her Bentley. Suddenly
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city club. Were something in diplomacy. So we put her on the hit list. Of a common cunning linguist. A master of many tongues. And now she eases gently. From her Austin to her Bentley. Suddenly
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Fallin'. By Robert Klein. Original Artist. . I'm afraid to fly. And I don't know why. I'm jealous of the people the who are not afraid to die. It's just that I recall. Back when I was small
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passion. Touching a spark. Flame of revolution. Burning wild in your gypsy heart. Your gypsy heart Anya, Anya. The spirit of freedom. Anya, Anya. Anya The light of freedom buried. Deep within your
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Song Five . Singer Dierks Bentley. Back in my day I was always. Cruisin' the road on Sunday. Makin' those tires spin your way. Yeah, it seems like yesterday. We'd go swingin' on the front porch. You
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