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always go with her All across the havens. To the waterfall. They told me I would meet her there. Inside those icy walls. But how on earth in this universe. Can they forgive me of my pains?. For all
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All I ever wanted was some love and peace and harmony. I could dance in the raw in the sun underneath the stars. When I walk over to my money tree. Ain't nobody there tryin' to take from me. When
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All I ever wanted was some love and peace and harmony. I could dance in the raw in the sun underneath the stars. When I walk over to my money tree. Ain't nobody there tryin' to take from me. When
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Song Cold Gray Light Of Gone(Album Version) - Vince Gill. I woke up this morning long before the dawn. I stumbled to the kitchen and put some coffee on. The hose was deathly quiet, I knew
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light into the shades of gray. The sun bades the world farewell. The queen of the night her attire aglow. Before her beauty I, too bow. These nights I should fear. These lights I should not follow. This
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. When there's nowhere to hide. On the outside. Living yet dying inside. Your rivers of joy can't be found anymore The day my world it fell away. Shades of gray. Unspoken words, nothing left to say
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Gonna close my eyes . Girl and watch you go . Running through this life darling . Like a field of snow . As the tracer glides . In its graceful arc . Send a little prayer out to ya . 'cross the
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Started talkin' then the line went dead. Never heard a single word you said. Babe I said I'd give my right arm. Every day that I decide on. Baby, baby, you're the world to me. I woke up, the room was
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Meet me on the other side, meet me on the other side . I'll see you on the other side, see you on the other side . Honey now if I'm honest, I still don't know what love is . Another mirage folds into
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Bài hát The Story - Conan Gray. Let me tell you a story about a boy and a girl. It's kinda short, kinda boring, but the end is a whirl. They were just sixteen when the people were mean. So they
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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course. The city fathers they're trying to endorse. The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse. But the town has no need to be nervous The ghost of Belle
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Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see. Marching to the fields of Concord?. Looks like Handsome Johnny with a musket in his hand. Marching to the Concord war, hey, marching to the Concord
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be alive. I say that the colors must swirl. And I believe. That maybe today. We will all get to appreciate. The beauty of gray If I told you that she was your mother. We can analyze the situation
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Heart of mine (Heart of mine), milk and honey (Milk and honey). It ain't the money (It ain't the money), no we know (Now we know). Doin' lines (Doin' lines), ain't it funny (Ain't it funny). That
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The sun rises slowly on another day. The eastern sky grows cold. Winter in water colors. Shades of gray Something, something holds me. Holds me hypnotized I stare at the window, stare at the
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attack. Oh, I can't be your lover on a leash. Every other week, when you please. Oh, I can't be the kiss that you don't need. The lie between your teeth. The cut that always bleeds. (Ah-ah-ah). The cut
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A picture in grey. Dorian Gray. Just me by the sea. . And I felt like a star. I felt the world could go far. If they listened. To what I said. . Washes my feet. Washed the feet. Splashes
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A picture in grey. Dorian Gray. Just me by the sea. . And I felt like a star. I felt the world could go far. If they listened. To what I said. . Washes my feet. Washed the feet. Splashes
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I'd listen to the words he'd say. But in his voice I heard decay. The plastic face forced to portray. All the insides left cold and gray There is a place that still remains. It eats the fear, it
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the thread?. Well, at this point we could ask who cares. As for the promises broken and frayed. Well, it's 19 years late for repairs The gray pewter vase held the deep red rose. One piece of coral
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buried my heart with her. Neath a cold gray tomb of stone. Skies above are dark and stormy. All the sunshine, all is gone. For the while my love is sleeping. 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone. My heart is
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Let the river rock you like a cradle. Climb to the treetops, child, if you're able. Let your hands tie a knot across the table. Come and touch the things you cannot feel. . And close your
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Eleanor Rigby picks up her rice in a church. Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream. Sits by her window, wearing a paste. That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?. . All those
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In the dawning, wakening hour. He'll lift his head and brush his eyes with gentle strokes. That will only blindly mislead him. Into the first day of creation which he only sees in limitation
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Nobody feels any pain. Tonight as I stand inside the rain. Everybody knows that baby's got new clothes. Lately I see her ribbons and her bows. And the problems from her curls. . Ah, she takes
