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Song Temple Of Your Dreams - Monster Magnet. Wake up baby cause I'm coming to you from the future. Don't be surprised when I'm sitting at the foot of your bed. I bring you a light you could never see
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. In the temple of. Temple of the red-eyed pigs. . When the ground is crossed by the shadow of a man. And the day is here, start running if you can. Your blood is mine. As you look them in the eyes
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shades Don't try to do it. Don't try to kill your time. Yeah, you might do it. Then you can't change your mind You've got a hold on to your time. Till your break through these times of trouble When you
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Song Temple - matthew and the atlas lyrics. We wanted to remember everything that we'd forgotten,. We wanted to believe that we were not fading,. In the temple we were unfolding,. In the crooked
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my messages of love. Yes love was my drug. But that's not what I died of So don't think of me. Crying louder than some billion dollar baby. 'Cause I gotta rest, I gotta rest, I gotta Reach down and
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I don't mind stealing bread. From the mouths of decadence. But I can't feed on the powerless. When my cup's already overfilled But it's on the table. The fire is cooking. And they're farming
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Well she cried, and she cried. All night to the sound of the freeway hum. And she swears she'll be gone when the sun hits the ground. And she ain't coming back to my cell, to my cell Well she's
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, "Hello to heaven, heaven, heaven". Say, "Hello to heaven, heaven, heaven". Say, "Hello to heaven, heaven, heaven" I, I never wanted. To write these words down for you. With the pages of phrases. Of
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Yeah, people like you, I know myself. Walk in the shoes of somebody else. Whisper to me, my tragic fate. Whisper to me, my tragic end Don't give me your savior. Don't give me your savior. I said
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spent all my money on a future grave. Wooden Jesus, I'll cut you in. On twenty percent of my future sin. I'll cut you in In porcelain Mary, her majesties pure. Looking for virgin territory. Coat
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Bài hát Priests Of Sodom - Cannibal Corpse. The blackened city calls out. Enter the temple of sin. You must enter the temple of sin. Contorted sinners beckon. Join our twisted rites. You must join
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A short delay. The parrot blues. Little voices mimic you. It's not so hard to make that sound So watch your back, the 'Ides of March'. Cut your hair like Joan of Arc. Disguise your will
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Sol y Sombra aeh Mama. Ollie's cha cha. Sing eah eah eah. . Sol y Sombra aeh Papa. Kanela. Oh eah eah
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find I'm a simple. Stone washed up and so slow I'd take one in the temple. I'd take one for you. I'd take one in the temple (temple). I'd take one for you. I'd take one in the temple (temple). I'd
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Delivered straight from the temple. Hip hop ya don't stop. One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, rock!. . Well as an infant I was born into religion,. My mother called me Baptist. But what
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tiBar-ba-sol. arDavid Cook. alDavid Cook. David Cook - Bar-ba-sol. When i woke up i could see. The daylight had already passed me. It was such a fight to fade away asleep. It's a fugue. Come on
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woman. La raza. . . From the south blows the wind of la raza. The legends all told. Follow the sun to the great river valley. La raza del sol. . . Bold & strong. Find a life 'cross the border
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woman. La raza. . . From the south blows the wind of la raza. The legends all told. Follow the sun to the great river valley. La raza del sol. . . Bold & strong. Find a life 'cross the border
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después. De la tormenta. Cuando menos piensas sale el sol. De tanto sumar. Pierdes la cuenta. Porque uno y uno. No siempre son dos. Cuando menos piensas. Sale el sol Te llore hasta el extremo. De
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(Sol Parker, Henry W. Sanicola, Jr. , Frank Sinatra). . This love of mine goes on and on,. Tho' life is empty since you have gone. You're always on my mind, tho' out of sight. It's lonesome
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. que la tempestad dura lo que el sol tarda en alejarla. pero estoy aqui, llueve en mi ventana. solo con mis ganas de encontrarla HASTA EL SOL DE HOY NO LA HE VUELTO A VER. HASTA EL SOL DE HOY YO NO SE
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, David. Rebuilding the temple of praise. And these are the days of the harvest. The fields are all white in the world. And we are the laborers that are in Your vineyard. Declaring the Word of the Lord. Say
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David. Rebuilding a temple of praise. . And these are the days of the harvest. The fields are as white in the world. . And we are the labourers in your vineyard. Declaring the word of the Lord
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(Sol Parker, Henry W. Sanicola, Jr. , Frank Sinatra). . This love of mine goes on and on,. Tho' life is empty since you have gone. You're always on my mind, tho' out of sight. It's lonesome
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fuego en el cuerpo. Y soy, mas caliente que el sol,. Y voy, a incendiarte por dentro. Pues soy, mas caliente, caliente que el sol. Baby baby quiero ser tu piel. Quiero ser tu Jane y tu Tarzan tambin
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estan en el cielo. Yo no se, de tristeza su en ojos. Con tu amor. Corazon me consuelo Aunque no salga el sol. Aunque no salga el sol. Vida mia. Tu calor, siempre corre en mis penas. Aunque no salga
