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?. Rebecca you You're out of reach. You built a wall around you, I can't breach. There's no way through. Rebecca you Catch your dream of the silence. On the pathways of my mind. When I return on the roads
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With God On Our Side. Manfred Mann. Words and Music by Bob Dylan. -From their lp "The Best Of Manfred Mann". My name it is nothing, my age it means less. The country I come from is a part of the
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An hour of anger, an hour of love. This hour of confusion as I look above. Death, life as I've never seen before. One more trip like, that I'm in the mental ward These sights sounds are all around
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I am from Salinas. Where the women go forever. And they never ever stop to ask why. My mother was a savior. Of six foot of bad behavior. Long blonde curly hair down to her thigh. Oh, my mother
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Song Sayonara (Salvatore Ganacci Remix Radio Edit) - Rebecca & Fiona. * The World. I Don't Care Anymore. If You Feelin' Like I. Throw Your Hands In The Sky. In My Buffalo Stance. Both Feet On The
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at tonight?". Got no alibi, I was all alone. With the love of my life. She's got glitter for skin. My radiant beam in the night. I don't need no light to see you. Shine. It's your golden hour. You slow
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be staying down. Where no one else gonna give me grief. Mess me around. Just make it over. Your opinion was the law of the land. A single thing that I could always understand. I lived it out from hour
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Lord I come to You. Let my heart be changed, renewed. Flowing from the grace. That I've found in You . And Lord I've come to know. The weaknesses I see in me. Will be stripped away. By the power of
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, this love. . I thought love was a fairy tale. Waiting on my prince to come. Tried on slippers but nothing fit. Make believe's no comparison. To the reality of this love. . It's unlike anything I
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Bài hát The Power Of Love - Chris Mann. The whispers in the morning . Of lovers sleeping tight . Are rolling like thunder now . As I look in your eyes . I hold on to your body . And feel each move
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(Rebecca Lynn Howard/Trey Bruce). . Save your money on the flowers. What's yours is mine is ours. And I can grow my own. . Diamond rings and cars are easy. And I think they're kinda cheesy
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Slipping though hour glass of time. Fitting the mirrors of my mind Traveling through the mirrors of my mind. I see reflections of a sweet love left behind. Kaleidoscopes of memories turning gray
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will find a way in Yeah, in your hour of need, I'll be there, yes, I will. In your hour of need, I'll be there, yes, I will Hello! Hello! Hello!. Hello! Hello! Hello!. Hello! Hello! Hello!. Hello
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will find a way in Yeah, in your hour of need, I'll be there, yes, I will. In your hour of need, I'll be there, yes, I will Hello! Hello! Hello!. Hello! Hello! Hello!. Hello! Hello! Hello!. Hello
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little sigh. The taste of the tears you cried. The way you held my face. Your strength, your fears, your grace. The things that you believed. I remember everything. Your face, your skin, your eyes
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gray, mmm. Chorus. We had our golden hour. Golden hour. Like diamonds on your face. Watchin' the sun go down on this hour. Golden hour. Golden hour. The best part of my day. Was watchin' the sun go down
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(Rebecca Lynn Howard/Trey Bruce). . I don't have to turn the head of everyone I see. I don't have to live inside a mirror. I don't get upset and freak. Or let it bother me. If I don't walk and
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Song Sayonara (Speaker Of The House Remix Radio Edit) - Rebecca & Fiona. * The World. I Don't Care Anymore. If You Feelin' Like I. Throw Your Hands In The Sky. In My Buffalo Stance. Both Feet On
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. I need you. I need you. I don't need diamonds, I don't need jewels. No amount of riches will cover up these blues. I don't need suggestions, about a starting new. In the lonely hour, I need you
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. I need you. I need you . I need you. I don't need diamonds. I don't need jewels . No amount of riches will cover up these blues . I don't need suggestions on how to start anew . In the lonely hour I
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what's occurred. She begins to leave because of me. . Her bag is now much heavier. I wish that I could carry her. But this is our ungodly hour. . I know you're leaving now. Cause I held on to my
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what's occurred. She begins to leave because of me. . Her bag is now much heavier. I wish that I could carry her. But this is our ungodly hour. . I know you're leaving now. Cause I held on to my
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In the misty morning, on the edge of time. We've lost the rising sun, a final sign. As the misty morning rolls away to die. Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky. We sailed across the air
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Words and music by mann/hilliard In the wee small hours of the morning. While the whole wide world is fast asleep. You lie awake and think about the girl. And never ever think of counting sheep
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another hour of daylight. Bring on the night. I couldn't stand another hour of daylight The future is but a question mark. Hangs above my head there in the dark. Can't see for the brightness. Is
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the time that I'm servin'. Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin'. 4 of us packed in a cell like slaves - oh well. The same motherfucker got us livin' is his hell. You have to
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happened the same time they're throwin'. Four of us packed in a cell like slaves, oh well. The same motherfucker got us livin' is his hell. You have to realize, what its a form of slavery. Organized
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Lord is with Thee. Blessed are thou among women. And blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus. Oh Holy Mary dear Mother of God. Please pray for us sinners. Now and at the hour of our death. And give
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Jesus, King of my heart. Father, my peace and my light. Spirit, the joy of my soul You are Jesus, to You none compare. Father, I rest in Your care. Spirit, the hope of my heart You are The
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. . And every hour. Is filled with regret. Of when I reached out. Beyond the edge of the flame
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I search the world to find the girl. I need, I need. I know she's also searching out. For me, for me. . I keep on going way past the 11th hour. I keep on going way past the 11th hour. To find
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the force in our power we will soon reach the hour. For victory we ride, fury of the storm Here we are the chosen one we can not fail now. Spilling all the blood on the fires below. Smashing through
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hour. Till we spring alive. Then with claws of fire, we devour like a falcon in the dive . These are the days! Yes!. Days of glory, days of rage, and the dream. And the dream of Paris preys on my bones
