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What is that sound, ringing in my ears. The strangest sound, I've heard for years and years. The sound of two hearts, beating side by side. The sound of one love, that neither one can hide The
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Some folks tell you what to do. They think they know more than you. They insist that they're givin' sound advice. But as sure as you're livin'. It ain't sound, it ain't nice. It just doesn't
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Hook. ? all around. ? found. ? all around. ? found. ? all around. ? found. ? all around. ? found. ?. Refrain. Hear the champion sound!. Hear the champion sound!. Hook. ? all around. ? found. ? all
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Intro. You are-are lost in sound-sound. Into the light (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh). You are-are lost in sound-sound. Into the light (yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh). You are-are lost in sound-sound
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Bài hát Safe And Sound - Different Heaven. Fill me up, with your smile. Like the sunshine brings the light,. Fill me up, with a flame,. I will let you win this game. . Take me up, when I'm down
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There is nothing wrong with your sound system. Do not attempt to adjust the volume. We are now controlling transmission. WE CONTROL THE SOUND!. There is nothing wrong with your sound system. Do not
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I want to go, I want to run, run to the places where I can be I wanna know, what is the sound, sound of something behind me I want to go, I got to run, run to the moment I set me free You tell me now
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Reflecting on what's been. Though past will be future. When again yesterday to be made For me, hazy times fume all around. Burning grass in a field of endless supplies. Tall people casting shadows
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My angel, clipped wings I know. Wonders in darkness on grimy ground. In a forest unclean, unsound. Everything, everything's gone wild Make land for the cows to graze. Leaflets scattered around. T
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Reflecting on what's been. Though past will be future. When again yesterday to be made For me, hazy times fume all around. Burning grass in a field of endless supplies. Tall people casting shadows
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If I had a hatchet it would be yours to have. 'Cause your decapitating habits feel a little bit orgasmic. If I had a hatchet it would be yours to have. I kind of like the feeling when you stab me i
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Progress is methodic, meaning step by step. Too much, too long, too many minds have slept. As the world grows gray, throw away mass produce. What are we to do now all hell has broken loose? The noo
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Who the *. Who the * is anything. You wore me down. Mentally. Gonna wear you down. Physically. Amputate your soul. There's a picture in my mouth. . Quietly *. Quietly gone. Quietly *. Quie
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One man climbs higher then one bites dust. Through the dark hours in dark towers we trust. Forever rays of light will energize my. Born ability, mind stability, much creativity 39 steps, 22 catch b
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