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am paralyzed by the blood of Christ. Though it clouds my eyes. I can never stop. Never stop How it feels to be dry. Walking bare in the sun. Every mirage I see is a mirage of you As I cool in the
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Come walk with me through endless time. See what has been and what the future sees. Share the wisdom of the old world that has passed. Step in a life that's yet to be born You spill the blood
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Would you be free from your burden of sin. There's power in the blood, power in the blood. Would you o'er evil a victory win. There's wonderful power in the blood. . There is power, power
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Title Blood On The Valley Floor. Artist Soundgarden . Albums King Animal. All turns around . All together we stumbled . In there, a million pounds . Everyone with a raise around . And the smoke lies
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Standing in the shadow of flames. I breathe the smoke from this inferno. All of our blood sinks into the ground. The last fire on earth torch our history. Bringing shadow to all. The Covenant
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promise only brothers understand But we were so young. (So young). One for all and all for one. (For one). Just as sure as the river's gonna run Blood on blood, one on one. We'd still be standing when
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words. I'm drawn to the blood. The flight of a one-winged dove. How? How did this happen?. How? How did this happen?. The strength of his arm. My lover caught me off guard. How? Head of a rabbit. How
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with the blood I can't keep. Our lives, blood circumscribes Blood on your hands turns into blood in my eyes. And with the blood I can't keep. Our lives, blood circumscribes Brother on, brother on
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mountains. Creatures became mute. Rivers of blood flow beneath the pyre. Set it ablaze. Constructions collapse. Nothing lasts. What will rise from our bones. We failed to defend. This is the time to
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?. If I put too much blood on the page. If I put too much blood on the page. And if I just tell the truth are there only lies left for you. If I put too much love on the page? Now as my eternal witness
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Song Blood On Your Cool - Iggy Pop, The Trolls. Sun shinin' on my Rolls. Why living I don't know. Two-thirds habitual. One-third is ritual. How cool are the songs i sing. How cool is anything. Good
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found one and stole it, now the village tryna find that boy. . {Hook}. Blood diamonds. Look at blood diamonds. Blood diamonds. Now take a look at blood diamonds. Blood diamonds. Look at blood
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And heavens cried blood as. I swallowed the poison from her lips again. And heavens cried blood. I felt no regrets for her death. . No need for sympathies, what she got is what she deserved
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all the blood. We're just having fun. Excuse all the blood. We're just having fun. We're just having fun. . Come on you surely know. There's no place left to go. This is the coolest place. To
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Spin me round, roll me over, fuckin' circus. Stab it down, one way needle, pulled so slowly Drains and spills, soaks the pages, fills their sponges. It's my blood, it's my blood Paint Ed big, turn
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Spin me round, roll me over, fuckin' circus. Stab it down, one way needle, pulled so slowly Drains and spills, soaks the pages, fills their sponges. It's my blood, it's my blood Paint Ed big, turn
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. Under the shade of a Juniper tree. I sing a sad song of you and me The sky above, the sky above. Is blue as your blood. Black is the color of your eyelash. Spanish is the language of your tongue Life
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. . The day will come. When the last drop of blood has drawn from this earth. The day will come. When the wicked will receive their punishment. The day will come. When angels swing their unforgiving
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Blood dripping from an open sky. Hailing down on burning landscape. Feeding the fire- breeding desperation. Shadows follow the storms. . This must be the day when angles destroy. With flaming
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, we're all blood, blood brothers. What you need, what you need I need too. What you are, what you are I am too. 'cause we're all the same under a different name. We're all blood, we're all blood, blood
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Bài hát Blood Of The Creed - Miracle of Sound. Out into the wild . Indigenous child . Surviving formidable trials . I stand in the rain . Scanning the plains . In pursuit of the villainous bile . Who
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your number. And Susie's got your friend. Look who took you under. With seven inches in. BLOOD IS ON THE DANCEFLOOR. Blood is on the knife. Susie's got your number. And Susie says it right. She got your
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All of this comes crashing down,. Cornerstone's gone. Sleepless. Hopeless. No end in sight. Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe. Rest comes easy to the guitless. The vampire
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just can't take it. Just can't break it. . Susie got your number. And Susie ain't your friend. Look who took you under. With seven inches in. Blood is on the dance floor. Blood is on the knife
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. What would the motherfuckin' west coast be without one crip and. . Chorus. One blood {*4X*}. Blood {*9X*}. One blood {*4X*}. . Verse 2. I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala. Where niggaz say
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. What would the motherfuckin' west coast be without one crip and. . Chorus. One blood {*4X*}. Blood {*9X*}. One blood {*4X*}. . Verse 2. I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala. Where niggaz say
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. What would the motherfuckin' west coast be without one crip and. . Chorus. One blood {*4X*}. Blood {*9X*}. One blood {*4X*}. . Verse 2. I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala. Where niggaz say
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meant to steal all of the above. Chorus. I got blood on my hands, blood on my hands, blood on my hands. I got blood on my hands, blood on my hands, blood on my hands. Pre-Chorus. I was naked in the waves
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Bài hát Nothing But The Blood - Andy Cherry. My life is Yours . My hope is in You only . And my heart You hold. Cause You made this sinner holy . Holy holy . Your glory is so beautiful . I fall onto
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Take my hand, and you will. Never see the daylight again. Come in, come in, to the blood red. Chapel of sin. Inside, You'll see, The horrors. of reality. now beg, now scream. bow down and bleed for
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mind Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh and blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. Well, you know The seed waits for the reaper to sow. And every breath, an art. The
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mind Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh and blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. Well, you know The seed waits for the reaper to sow. And every breath, an art. The
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Song Dog'S Blood - Alexisonfire. Endless whispers, skies that bleed. Dogs blood falls from it like rain. Choke the rivers, flood the streets. Canine era, canine teeth. New kind of soldier, born of
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Hammer on a skillet up they come. Showman whanging on a ballyhoo drum. Watch out, people I'm a greedy man. Swallowed all the fishes in the frying pan. Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood
