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Hey, just around the corner there's a heartache. On down the road that all losers use. If you can wade in through the teardrops, my friend,. I'll meet you at the home of the blues. I walk and I
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Bài hát Home Of The Blues - Johnny Cash. Just around the corner there's heartache. Down the street that losers use. If you can wade in through the teardrops. You'll find me at the Home of the Blues
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Bài hát First Of The Gang - Zee Avi. You have never been in love,. Until you've seen the stars,. Reflect in the reservoirs. And you have never been in love,. Until you've seen the dawn rise,. Behind
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Bài hát Year 1983 - Neon Trees. I've been here lookin' dynamite. Alone against the wall. Girls like you give it all so cold. Talkin' cheap in a bathroom stall. And you look so smooth. You better tell
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Tempest blows up from a squall. Past the Cape of Bad Conscience into the Gulf of the Cauldron. Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten. Exposing the roots like in the dyed hair of slattern
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. There's a strong kind of feeling when I know you're near. Nobody alive can take it away from me. And I feel like I've known you for a thousand years. Bring it out into the light. 'Cause I think I'm gonna
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. Lift your voice! It's the year of Jubilee!. And out of Zion's hill salvation comes!. . And these are the days of Ezekiel. The dry bones becoming as flesh. . And these are the days of your servant
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. Lift your voice! It's the year of Jubilee!. And out of Zion's hill salvation comes!. . And these are the days of Ezekiel. The dry bones becoming as flesh. . And these are the days of your servant
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There's a wonderful world where all you desire. And everything you've longed for is at your fingertips. Where the bittersweet taste of life is at your lips. Where aisles and aisles of dreams await
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There's a wonderful world where all you desire. And everything you've longed for is at your fingertips. Where the bittersweet taste of life is at your lips. Where aisles and aisles of dreams await
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Alright. . There once was a woman. A strange kind of woman. The kind that gets written down in history. Her name was nancy. Her face was nothing fancy. She left a trail of happiness and misery
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beginning of the end, of the end. The season is way too cold. Will we last another year, another year? The fear that haunts us all. The beginning of the end, of the end. The season is way too cold. Will
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(drums) Brown shoes don't make it. Brown shoes don't make it. Quit school, why fake it. Brown shoes don't make it. Tv dinner by the pool. Watch your brother grow a beard. Got another year of school
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It was the coldest night in Boston in the history of winter. Black outside like a murder of crows. I was 6 days clean and sober with a bottle on the table. I hurt inside but nobody knows One shot
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