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Originally performed by Adolescents Needles stabbed into the walls. The executioners curtain call. Fighting back he found his life drowning. And there was no way up Cause Richard hung himself
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Originally performed by Adolescents Needles stabbed into the walls. The executioners curtain call. Fighting back he found his life drowning. And there was no way up Cause Richard hung himself
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stranger. He's but a stranger to himself Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole. His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul Through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing
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himself. Richard hung himself. It happened just the other day. Jesus caught and pushed him off the shelf. He thought he find a better way. With slashing, and stabbing, and manning and ramming
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himself. Richard hung himself. It happened just the other day. Jesus caught and pushed him off the shelf. He thought he find a better way. With slashing, and stabbing, and manning and ramming
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the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger. He's but a stranger to himself. . Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole. His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul
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the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger. He's but a stranger to himself. . Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole. His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul
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the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger. He's but a stranger to himself. . Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole. His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul
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Slow down Henry, imagine for a while. That this life is all that you have. Clean out your office and pack up all your bags. I don't think that she'll understand. That your love is here with this
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Henry Kissinger, how I'm missing yer. You're the doctor of my dreams. With your crinkly hair and your glassy stare. And your Machiavellian schemes All right so people say that you don't care. But
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He was a stranger to himself,. A spy in his own camp,. And his money was his health,. All thrown to the dust by his very own hand. . Yet his beauty lingered still,. Beyond the draining of the
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He was a stranger to himself,. A spy in his own camp,. And his money was his health,. All thrown to the dust by his very own hand. . Yet his beauty lingered still,. Beyond the draining of the
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He was a stranger to himself,. A spy in his own camp,. And his money was his health,. All thrown to the dust by his very own hand. . Yet his beauty lingered still,. Beyond the draining of the
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got a way to prove it" and he lifted up his hands. He was the man who called himself Jesus. For a minute I was speechless, then I looked into his face. With sufficient lines of sadness for the total
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Bài hát John Henry - Harry Belafonte. John Henry he could hammer,. He could whistle, he could sing. He went to the mountain early in the mornin'. Just to hear his hammer ring, Lord, Lord. Just to
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Well, I've already had two beers. I'm ready for the broom. Please, Missus Henry, won't you. Take me to my room?. I'm a good ol' boy. But I've been sniffin' too many eggs. Talkin' to too many
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John Henry was about three days old,. Sittin' on his papa's knee. He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel;. Said, "Hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord. Hammer's gonna be the
