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Bài hát The Age Of Worry - John Mayer. Close your eyes and clone yourself. Build your heart an army. To defend your innocence. While you do everything wrong. Don't be scared to walk alone. Don't be
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Bài hát The Age Of The Cathedrals - IU. This is a tale that takes its place. In Paris fair, this year of grace. Fourteen hundred eighty-two. A tale of lust, and love so true. We are the artists of
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Song The Golden Age of Rock 'n' Roll - Mott The Hoople. Everybody hazy shell-shocked and crazy . Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies dresses for the dreamies. Fighting for a
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soles Boots were made for walking. Winds were blowing change. Boys fall in the jungle. As I came of age Black and white TV. With a broken twelve inch screen. Dylan's Highway 61. And Jackie's love
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Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind. To blow away the veil of time. Slowly now the threads of age. Are starting to unwind. . Queen of the hours, along, along, along. The path of time
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Don't be ashamed of your age. Don't let the years get you down. That old gang you knew, they still think of you. As all rounder in your old hometown Don't mind the gray in your hair. Just think
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souls of the forgotten are resting in need. But the human race and the fate on which they pray. Are dying today, in the plague of a new age. . Pile the bodies up, burn them when they're young. We'll
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souls of the forgotten are resting in need. But the human race and the fate on which they pray. Are dying today, in the plague of a new age. . Pile the bodies up, burn them when they're young. We'll
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (while the orchestra plays like it or not, motorhead rummages on stage
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you and me. (We're gonna be so happy). Well do, do all the things, we couldn't do before When, when I come of age. (We're gonna be so happy). When, when I come of age, yeah. When, when I come of
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Do you hear the thunder. Raging in the sky?. Premonition of a. Shattered world that's gonna die In the Age of Reason. how do we survive?. The protocols of evil. Ravaging so many lives?. So
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Bài hát The Golden Age - Woodkid. Walking through the fields of gold. In the distance, bombs can fall. Boy we're running free. Facing light in the flow. And in the cherry trees. We're hiding from the
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (jimmy carl, motorhead, roy & bunk are reunited by dons sentimental
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Stretched to the core of galaxies. Distorted city grids. By a black hole of vanity. Blossoms the age of greed Beyond the laws of density. Towers of glass and steel. Temples and fragments of
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Love Has Come of Age. Kenny Loggins. (This Is It) The many times you've learned the lines. That love has spoken. So easily you love to leave. Your heart's unbroken. You've opened up a hundred
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (roy sings melody) All. Boooooh
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Bài hát Top Of The World - The Carpenters. Such a feelin's comin' over me . There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see. Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes. And I won't be surprised if
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. To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand. The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel. In the court of the crimson king. On soft grey mornings widows cry. The wise
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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word Reich, say what you like. . We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress. The scabaret sacrilegends. This is the Golden Age of Grotesque. . We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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Capture the moment. Carry the day. Stay with the chase. As long as you may Follow the dreamer. The fool and the sage. Back to the days. Of the innocent age Storybook endings. Never appear
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Medication for us all, it's a new way. And we're gonna take it 'cause we love it. Don't you know? Is this the dose you've been dreamin' of?. A revelation from a gun. Doesn't matter. Overtaken
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Medication for us all, it is a new way. & we're gonna take it cause wa love it. Don't you know?. . Is this the dose you've been dreamin' of?. A revelation from a gun. Doesn't matter. Overtaken
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Medication for us all, it is a new way. & we're gonna take it cause wa love it. Don't you know?. . Is this the dose you've been dreamin' of?. A revelation from a gun. Doesn't matter. Overtaken
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Two glass eyes. I'll fuckin' tell you lies. I'm on the side of the road. You'll all fuckin' die yeah, yeah Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, pow. Pow, pow, pow, pow * this world. * you too
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sounds of dinner bell. We all will feed the worms and trees So don't be shy. . Swallow and chew. Eat you alive. All of us food that hasn't died
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the days. 'Cause like the song of the violin. You only grow sweeter with age . As time's pages turn. You lived and you learned. That what truly mattered most . Is family and friends. And in the end
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Wait by the phone. Late alone. He can't help you. But I know I could Free is too long. You know this is wrong. Everything scars the skin. Push it in, break it off I'm gonna leave. I'm gonna
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Its late enough to go drivin. And see what's mine. That's a study of dying. How to do it right. Youre a holy roller. Get your bed in the loose. If you're hanging around. I'm holdin the noose
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (were the mothers of invention ahead of their time? at least in the
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a new faith. Avidity and lust controlled by hate. The never ending search for your shattered sanity. Souls of damnation in their own reality Chaos rampant in age of distrust. Confrontations
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. Don't wanna follow the laws of man. Bloody apron, leg of lamb. It's so hard to win. When there's so much to lose. . Infiltrate the walls that are caving in. It ain't a bad thing. This ain't reality
