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The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat. Loud in the silent approach of the dawn. He glanced through the window at mist on the lake. Which hung like a shroud in the still of the morn. The
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Night time sharpens. Heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes and stirs imagination. Silently the senses. Abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist, the notes I write. For I compose the music of the
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Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street. And in our beds, under the sheets. They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck. Next to the rosary you count falling asleep. And we're
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Memories start to fade, only a gray thought of something. Was it even me?. All the scars remind me I was somewhere. Forgotten you were so don't dare to rise. Stay in your tomb, whoever you were
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Wasting away the better part of the day. In the bus on the docks of the UK. We walked down the street on that all Hallows Eve. But couldn't wait to get back to the US of A The torture of eight
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Tender words of love that once came easy. Now seems strained and insincere. Could this be the beginning. The beginning of the end, yeah You don't tell me that you love me. And your kisses seem
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anything, or anyone. Chorus. If the end of the world was near. Where would you choose to be?. If there was five more minutes of air. Would you panic and hide. Or run for your life. Or stand here and spend
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shoot through the night like a shot gun. I'm gonna get on down, I wanna get on down I'm the king of the mountain. I'm the king of the mountain Listen, don't try to save my soul from destruction. I'm
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of our own lies the alphabet of the free As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember them?. As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember
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No I never knew you. We both went to different schools. Me so scared of the rules. You chasing all the girls But it seems to me. We never grew up we just got ourselves free. Inventing what we
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. she had what most girls only dream of. I gave her diamonds silk and satin I gave her everything but love. And with my giving I gave her nothing she wanted only to be by my side. Yes they call it a
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that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry. I write the songs, I write the songs. My home lies deep within you. And I've
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that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry. I write the songs, I write the songs. My home lies deep within you. And I've
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Monday morning. And I find myself missing you. I'm thinking of you and your new lover. Playing it cool. Even though you tore my heart apart I start my day just like any other day. And when the
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. Got no time for that this mornin'. . If I had the mind or I had the time. Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme. And tell about my warnin'. . But it's too late now. It's too late now
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. Got no time for that this mornin'. . If I had the mind or I had the time. Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme. And tell about my warnin'. . But it's too late now. It's too late now
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Song I Like Girls That Drink Beer - Toby Keith. Bye bye baby I'm leaving. You can keep your mansion and your money. Your boat and your Benz and your uptown friends. And your country club that ain't
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1. It isn't by chance I happen to be,. A boulevardier, the toast of Paris. For over the noise, the talk and the smoke,. I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a jokei walk in a room, a party or ball
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Talk to me. Want my love. Talk to me. But not that stuff. You ain't enough. Using my love. You call for me. Again I see. In the heat of the night. (You lose your heart and sell your soul). I lose
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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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"The Sound Of Silence". Hello darkness, my old friend,. I've come to talk with you again,. Because a vision softly creeping,. Left its seeds while I was sleeping,. And the vision that was planted in
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answer. Is the silence of God. . And it'll shake a man's timbers. When he loses his heart. When he has to remember. What broke him apart. And this yoke may be easy. But this burden is not. And the
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Now I'm a union man. Amazed at what I am. I say what I think, that the company stinks. Yes I'm a union man. . When we meet in the local hall. I'll be voting with them all. With a hell of a
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Time flies, time crawls. Like an insect up and down the walls The light pours out of me. The light pours out of me The conspiracy of silence ought. To revolutionize my thought The light pours out
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Time flies, time crawls. Like an insect up and down the walls The light pours out of me. The light pours out of me The conspiracy of silence ought. To revolutionize my thought The light pours out
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Bài hát Out Of Time - The Weeknd. Yeah, yeah. Verse 1. The last few months, I've been workin' on me, baby. There's so much trauma in my life. I've been so cold to the ones who loved me, baby. I look
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Song The Ghost Of Al Capone - John Cooper Clarke. In a marble room I was alone. Somewhere in the heart of rome. Through gardens long since overgrown. Down old arcades of broken stone. I met the ghost
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Bài hát Song Of The Sea (Lullaby)(From "Song Of The Sea") - Nolwenn Leroy. Hush now, mo stóirín . Close your eyes and sleep . Waltzing the waves . Diving in the deep . Stars are shining bright . The
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word, you be hangman. Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan. Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He In?'. In the city love my name, nigga I ain't gotta say it. Chorus Tyga. Taste, taste, she can get a
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It's the most wonderful time of the year. With the kids jingle belling. And everyone telling you "be of good cheer". It's the most wonderful time of the year. It's the hap-happiest season of all
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It's the most wonderful time of the year. With the kids jingle belling. And everyone telling you "be of good cheer". It's the most wonderful time of the year. It's the hap-happiest season of all
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like an angel to the sun. My feet are burning and I *** into another world With the lord of the boards, you'll come and get around. With the lord of the boards, you'll come and get around. With the
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Bài hát Wake The White Wolf - Miracle of Sound. Torches of war under hatred’s sails . A whisper of doom on a wary breeze . Scorching the shores in a blazing trail . Cinder and fume foul the air we
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tiThe Nature of Reality. arOasis. alDig Out Your Soul. Oasis - The Nature of Reality. The nature of reality. Is pure subjective fantasy. Space and time and here and now. Are only in your mind
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tiThe Nature of Reality. arOasis. alDig Out Your Soul. Oasis - The Nature of Reality. The nature of reality. Is pure subjective fantasy. Space and time and here and now. Are only in your mind
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tiThe Nature of Reality. arOasis. alDig Out Your Soul. Oasis - The Nature of Reality. The nature of reality. Is pure subjective fantasy. Space and time and here and now. Are only in your mind