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A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road,. It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone,. It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun,. It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
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hearth,. The music still plays for her pleasure. But the air is as cold as the death,. And the soft melodies only measure her bittersweet tears. Every note of each song brings a vision. Of love and of
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Joy, joy, God's great joy. Joy, joy, down in my soul. Sweet beautiful soul saving joy. Oh joy, joy in my soul Listen to the music. The sound of the angels. Come and see the child. Who can make
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Look at me now. A shadow of the man I used to be. Look through my eyes. And through the years of loneliness you'll see To the times in my life. When I could not bear to lose a simple game. And
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Your fingertips moving gently to my heart. The force of life goes on and on. The song remains like a haunting melody. Of angel music held in chains. And I ask you. Can we ease the pain of those who
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includes a quote from The Streets Of Cairo (Thornton)
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Midnight on the hill I heard the thunder fill. The stillness of the night. It hit me like a slap, you're never comin' back. From the stillness of the night. It was never black or white, neither
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Searching in the darkness, running from the day. Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say. Victims of the moment, future deep in doubt. Living in a whisper until we start to shout We're creatures
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the television. Throwaway youth. ya gotta take a stand. Music is your only weapon. Spanners. in the works go start your gang. New church. Join the New Church. Be a Lord Of The New Church. Lords
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Take me in my dreams recurring. Cheerful as a childhood dance. Into one more taste of freedom. One more longing backward glance In the sway of somber music. I shall never, never understand. Let
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And he laid her down in a field of corn,. And the sun was on his back,. Up above there was, a clear blue sky,. She held him by the hand,. She had known him since they both were young,. He'd been
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Words and music by roger taylor. . It's a kind of magic. It's a kind of magic. A kind of magic. . One dream one soul one prize one goal. One golden glance of what should be. . It's a kind of
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Words and music by roger taylor. . It's a kind of magic. It's a kind of magic. A kind of magic. . One dream one soul one prize one goal. One golden glance of what should be. . It's a kind of
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Words and music by roger taylor. . It's a kind of magic. It's a kind of magic. A kind of magic. . One dream one soul one prize one goal. One golden glance of what should be. . It's a kind of
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words ever will. About how she maintains all the spirit shes gained When Im grouch of the day. When Ive drifted away. And Im moping around in a sulk Shell have something to say. And I usually obey
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I'm in the middle of a memory. I won't cry when she's here with me. I'm not ashamed for anyone to see. I'm in the middle of a memory Now if you see a lonely man walk by. And if you see a teardrop
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(Joy to the world, the Lord is come). Here was a man, a man. Who was born in a small village. The son of a peasant woman. He grew up in another small village. Until he reached the age of thirty
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(Joy to the world, the Lord is come). Here was a man, a man. Who was born in a small village. The son of a peasant woman. He grew up in another small village. Until he reached the age of thirty
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(Joy to the world, the Lord is come). Here was a man, a man. Who was born in a small village. The son of a peasant woman. He grew up in another small village. Until he reached the age of thirty
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Bài hát In The Name Of Love - Martin Garrix, Bebe Rexha. If I told you. This was only gonna hurt. IfI warned you. That the fire is gonna burn. Would you walk in. Would you let me do it first. Do it
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Red sun rising in the sky. Sleeping village, cock'rel's cry. Soft breeze blowing in the trees. Peace of mind, feel at ease
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. Familiar words at the top of the hour. The jamming city increases its hum, and those. Terrible words continue to come. Through brass music of government, hear those. Guns tattoo a roll on the drums No
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Well, Northern Georgia, highway 41. Beside the carpet mills and the gas stations. There was a music store slash radio shack. With the sound of dreamers jammin' in the back Well, we rocked all
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There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains. And a wheel in perpetual motion. And they follow the races and pay out the gains. With no show of an outward emotion And they think it will
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There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains. And a wheel in perpetual motion. And they follow the races and pay out the gains. With no show of an outward emotion And they think it will
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There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains. And a wheel in perpetual motion. And they follow the races and pay out the gains. With no show of an outward emotion And they think it will
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Bài hát The Moment of Truth - Tony Bennett. The Moment Of Truth. Tony Bennett. Written by Collen G. Satterwhite and Frank Scott. . Apparently not charted by anyone. . If you hear music when
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The Moment Of Truth. Tony Bennett. Written by Collen G. Satterwhite and Frank Scott. . Apparently not charted by anyone. . If you hear music when she's near you. And Christmas comes ev'ry day
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Bài hát The Moment of Truth - Tony Bennett. The Moment Of Truth. Tony Bennett. Written by Collen G. Satterwhite and Frank Scott. . Apparently not charted by anyone. . If you hear music when
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The Moment Of Truth. Tony Bennett. Written by Collen G. Satterwhite and Frank Scott. . Apparently not charted by anyone. . If you hear music when she's near you. And Christmas comes ev'ry day
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The Moment Of Truth. Tony Bennett. Written by Collen G. Satterwhite and Frank Scott. . Apparently not charted by anyone. . If you hear music when she's near you. And Christmas comes ev'ry day
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The Moment Of Truth. Tony Bennett. Written by Collen G. Satterwhite and Frank Scott. . Apparently not charted by anyone. . If you hear music when she's near you. And Christmas comes ev'ry day
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people. Are the people who look and think like you. But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger. You learn things you never knew. You never knew. * Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
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Don't let go. 'Cause ya got me going. You're moving fast. And there ain't no slowin' you I need a lot of lovin'. Gonna have a lot of lovin'. Need a lot of lovin' tonight Early in the morning. To the
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This generation rules the nation with version. Music happen to be the food of love. Sounds to really make you rub and scrub I say, pass the Dutchie pon the left hand side. Pass the Dutchie pon the
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village. There's fighting in the streets. The Indians and the. Mountain men, well. They are talking when they meet. The king has said he's gonna put a tax on tea. And that's the reason you all Americans
