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they'd dressed, the way their hair fell over their coat collars. It all happened because of music, I wanted to know why. I couldn't go to Somerset on my own, so I used Top of the pops as my World. Atlas
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You're up state, up late, and city fed. . I'm a California label. . From the top of my head,. . Forever, ah. . See a lot of open sky. . When the sun goes down. . There's a hot, lot of
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You're so good to me. And your love's the inspiration that I need. Writing songs for you. Is the way I find to thank you for this. . Face the music, dance to the music. Now I hear the sound of
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You're so good to me. And your love's the inspiration that I need. Writing songs for you. Is the way I find to thank you for this. . Face the music, dance to the music. Now I hear the sound of
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Find myself singing the same songs everyday. Ones that make me feel good. When things behing the smiles ain't okay. . Around and over and in-between the seas. I need to be on top of a mountain
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You would use your songs to say the words you couldn’t say . And every word you sang was about you and me . I loved everything you wrote . And when you would sing I felt that my heart was falling
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The view from the top can be oh so very lonely. And you can be missing such a lot that could be yours Why can't I stop forgetting myself?. Why am I always trying to be like somebody else. Why
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Our worship and our praise is shifting, shifting the atmosphere. Till the heavens are open. This praise is shifting. Shifting, shifting the atmosphere. For breakthrough in healing. Our worship
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Our worship and our praise is shifting, shifting the atmosphere. Till the heavens are open. This praise is shifting. Shifting, shifting the atmosphere. For breakthrough in healing. Our worship
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curtains are closed. I'm singing sad songs in a hotel room, ooh. Where I once held you. I'm singing sad songs in a hotel room, hmm. The neighbors are knocking, they just wanna sleep. It's 3 am while my
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Bài hát Chuyện Gì Sẽ Xảy Ra - Trọng Phúc . 25 years and my life and still . I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope . For a destination . I realised quickly when i knew i should . That the
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pours from his top drawer. He sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor. It's evidence of what he was like. He likes to remember when Sha la la, sha la la lo li. The end is growing near
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away,. Singing our songs of yesterday. While so much still stands in our way,. Voices with nothing to say. Some feel that life's a favor,. While some don't have the time. Worship and kiss the altar,. All
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