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An arm clothed in white Samite. From out the quiet water. I am the lady of the lake. Come take my sword wear it by your side
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and foot. And always tell him "No?". Tears of rage, tears of grief. Why am I the one who must be the thief ?. Come to me now, you know. We're so alone. And life is brief. We pointed out the way
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Loverboy - Lady Of The 80's Lyrics. . Oooh she drives me crazy. Oooh she turns me on. She, she makes me go hazy. She was long and lean and oh so beautiful. . She's my latest lady. My lady of
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rage. This brutality can never be undone. But the sun has not yet set. The bass and drums and microphone a threat. That's when you've got to get the cry from the inside. And see that they're
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Frightened by a dream, you're not the only one. Running like the wind, thoughts can come undone. Dancing behind masks, just sort of pantomime. But images reveal whatever lonely hearts can hide
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Bài hát You're the Lady of My Heart. Ca sĩ Modern Talking. You are my teacher. I come to school. I love you baby. Sometimes I'm right. And then a fool. Oh be my lady. It's not a game. I play with you
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When I was a boy I knew the lady of the lake. And I was her favorite child. She wore a white gown her yellow hair hanging down. And her voice like a shadow, was gentle and kind. . Everyday to
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comes for me. She's got my life in her hands. Lady of the lake There's a magical sound slidin' over the ground. Makin' it shiver and shake. And a permanent cry fallin' out of the sky. Slippery and
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to the unreal. And mad boy grips the microphone. Wit' a fistful of steel. Yeah and mad mad boy grips the microphone. Wit' a fistful of steel Wit' a fistful of steel. ('Cause I know the power of
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. As ya mold to the unreal. And mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. Yeah. And mad mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. . Wit a fistful of steel. (cause I know
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. As ya mold to the unreal. And mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. Yeah. And mad mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. . Wit a fistful of steel. (cause I know
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command. When she comes for me. She's got my life in her hands. Lady of the lake. . There's a magical sound slidin' over the ground. Makin' it shiver and shake. And a permanent cry fallin' out of the
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of your heart beating. Made it clear suddenly. The feeling that I can't go on. is light years away. Cause I am your lady,. And you are my man. Whenever you reach for me. I'll do all that I can. We're
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With vice I hold the mike device. With force I keep it away of course. And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'. And on stage I rage. And I'm rollin'. To the poor I pour in on in metaphors. Not
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Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler. . With vice I hold the mike device. With force I keep it away of course. And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'. And on stage I rage. And I'm rollin'. To the poor I
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you . Where we can both fall far in love. I'm on the edge of glory . And I'm hanging on a moment of truth . Out on the edge of glory . And I'm hanging on a moment with you. I'm on the edge, the edge
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of light somewhere in the night Behind the window the symbols of red. Painting the face of the lady in black. Behind the window I'll never forget. The magic lady, the lady in black. She'll never
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you want be what you are. You're the lady of my heart. Oh come, oh come to me. I was lonely. I was so lonely. I never break apart. The loving feeling. My sense is reeling. You're the lady of my heart
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. I was born to rage against 'em Now action must be taken. We don't need the key. We'll break in I've got no patience now. So sick of complacence now. I've got no patience now. So sick of
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Stole my children, left my son. Of all of them, he's the only one who did not mean that much to me. I tip my cap to the raging sea My daughter, she's the pretty one. I married her off to the
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stage, rip the system. I was born to rage against em. . Now action must be taken. We don't need the key. Well break in. . I've got no patience now. So sick of complacence now. I've got no
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stage, rip the system. I was born to rage against em. . Now action must be taken. We don't need the key. Well break in. . I've got no patience now. So sick of complacence now. I've got no
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stage, rip the system. I was born to rage against em. . Now action must be taken. We don't need the key. Well break in. . I've got no patience now. So sick of complacence now. I've got no
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?. Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands. Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes. My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums. Should I put them by your gate. Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?. . With
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, lay across my big brass bed. Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile. Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile. His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean. And you're the best
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drunkard of the village falling on the street. Can't tell his ankles from the rest of his feet. He loves his old laughing lady 'cause her taste is so sweet. But the laughing lady's loving, ain't the kind
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Bài hát All The Rage - Allie X. Verse 1. In a cloud of mania. Taking me up, taking me up and putting me down. I had a glimpse of Eureka. Chewing me up, chewing me up and spitting me out. Pre-Chorus
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company. We somehow came together. For a night of stormy weather. Now there's a little bit of class in this old cowboy. There's a little bit of cowboy in the lady. The cowboy and the lady. As different as
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. . Being an ignited one. In the twentieth century. ? in a bottle of kerosiene. . Flame ignites into the black. Sending fright. Thought you could read minds. And words and insight. . Backin' the
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Bài hát The Rage - Judas Priest. From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain. We were drinking beauty with our eyes. We were given all to make our own. Let us be left alone. Laid the tasks and
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Bài hát The Rage - Judas Priest. From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain. We were drinking beauty with our eyes. We were given all to make our own. Let us be left alone. Laid the tasks and
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Bài hát The Rage - Judas Priest. From a fireball we came crossed sea and mountain. We were drinking beauty with our eyes. We were given all to make our own. Let us be left alone. Laid the tasks and
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(Carole Bayer-Sager & Peter Allen). . Quiet please, there's a lady on stage. She may not be the latest rage. But she's singing and she means it. And she deserves a little silence. . Quiet
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognise. Having never seen the colour of my fathers
