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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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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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Follow trails of you to here. Every mile takes you my way. Rolling faster if we can. Roll. Tables turnin all the time. I'm the dog at your feet. Out of sight and out of time. Yours. You're
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The best things in life are free. But you can give them to the birds and bees. I want money. . (That's what I want). That's what I want. (That's what I want). That's what I want. (That's what
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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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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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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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Welcome to the colored section. Welcome to the negro league. Sign your name on the black list and know this. It's American history See what it is to be blackmailed. (Blackmailed). See a real
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I was walking along, minding my business,. When out of the orange colored sky,. Flash, bam, alacazam, Wonderful you came by. . I was humming a tune, drinking in sunshine,. When out of that
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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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where we lay Oh I can feel it, oh I can feel. Red colored stars in my hands. Of the stones that were cast. They left us with scars, reminders There's a wall in my way, there's a war in my way. Tales
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promised her long ago. The words wouldn't come when I called and she answered. Oh, but I found a way to say no I sent her some wine colored roses. The color of grapes on the vine. When she sees the wine
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Yeah. In the beginning there was darkness and there was light. At the dawn of creation there was fear in the dead of night. There was thunder, there was flame. The whole wide world is driving me
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and I started to shout,. "i've been hit, this is it, this is it!" I was walking along minding my business. When love came and hit me in the eye. Flash! bam! alakazam!. Out of an orange-colored sky.
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and I started to shout,. "i've been hit, this is it, this is it!" I was walking along minding my business. When love came and hit me in the eye. Flash! bam! alakazam!. Out of an orange-colored sky.
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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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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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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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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
