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march in,. out there from the underworld. I do not want my eyes to see,. I never wanted to believe. Take me to the gardens of the sinner,. Bury me and let me rest in peace. Now the time of truth has
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of Earth. I will see you again, I promise. To the other side of time.
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, the first time I was to blame. If I had one wish I'd ask to relieve splendor in the grass. . The first time I did see the wonder of the sea. The first time I did hold a baby close to me. The first
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spiders inside them. And dust on the lips of a vision of hell. I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year A hundred other words blind me with your purity. Like an old painted doll in the throes
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with the fall. Each year with the fall. Each year And if you think you might. Yes, but if its not so bright. But if youre a part. Of my whole life Silhouettes in a window frame. Better run if hes a
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When it feels like the world is on your shoulders. And all of the madness has got you going crazy. It's time to get out step out into the street. Where all of the action is right there at your
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When it feels like the world is on your shoulders. And all of the madness has got you going crazy. It's time to get out step out into the street. Where all of the action is right there at your
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Then came the question and it was about time. The answer came back and it was long. The house it was built by some man in a rhyme,. But whatever came of his talented son?. Who wrote me a dialogue
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Then came the question and it was about time. The answer came back and it was long. The house it was built by some man in a rhyme,. But whatever came of his talented son?. Who wrote me a dialogue
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Then came the question and it was about time. The answer came back and it was long. The house it was built by some man in a rhyme,. But whatever came of his talented son?. Who wrote me a dialogue
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my head. . She's a queen of the night. She's the queen of the streets. Anyway we want. Gotta king of the kings. I'm the king of the kings. . She's the king of the night. She's the queen of the
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These are the days of the open hand. They might just be the last. Look around now. These are the days of the beggars and the choosers. . This is the year of the hungry man. Whose place is in
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Italian through the musical Valium. Strict time. Thinkin' of grand larceny. Smokin' the everlasting cigarette of chastity Cute assistants stayin' alive. More like a hand job than the hand jive. Strict
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is here. If your with me next year will be. The perfect year. . No need to hear the music play,. You eyes say all there is to say. The stars can fade and they can shine. 'Long as your face is
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Verse 1. Rising up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive. So many times it happens too fast. You trade your
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Song Every Grain Of Sand - The Blind Boys Of Alabama. In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need. When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed. There’s a dyin
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In the mystery time of cold and rain. I was your boyfriend and you were my friend. Soon the sun lifted you to higher ground. And you went looking for another in the town. . You should know
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alone, we were ever so brave on the telephone. Would you care to come down for fireworks time,. we could each just reach, we step out of line. And the smell of the smoke and the lay of the land. and
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Bài hát The Late Great Johnny Ace - Paul Simon. I was reading a magazine. And thinking of a rock and roll song. The year was nineteen fifty four. And I hadn't been playing that long When a man
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I was reading a magazine. And thinking of a rock and roll song. The year was nineteen fifty four. And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio. And this is what he said. He
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I was reading a magazine. And thinking of a rock and roll song. The year was nineteen fifty four. And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio. And this is what he said. He
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These are the days of the open hand. They might just be the last. Look around now. These are the days of the beggars and the choosers. . This is the year of the hungry man. Whose place is in
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Call him the siren of the citylight. Luring the boys into the after life. Ready to sing you a seductive line. All the time. Shivering voices are about to cry. Sending his dreams away into the
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new things to say. . And since we know we're always changing. How can it be the same. And tell me how year after year you're sure your heart will fall apart. Each time you hear his name. . I know
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Bài hát We Shared The Night - Michael Learns To Rock. Alone with you on naked feet. Creep into your soul. We reached the end of Lonely Street. The end of feeling cold. I have cried a thousand times
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that's the time of year. All roads lead home ( Merry Christmas. Merry, Merry Christmas! ) Christmas bells, Christmas bells. Ringing loud an' strong. Follow them, follow them. You've been away too long
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. It's only Christmas once a year. So gather 'round the tree. I'll pour you a cup of cheer. Please, wear a smile for me. I'm counting on my fingers. All the days 'til you'll be here. Please say that
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bay. Watching the tide roll away. Sittin' on the dock of the bay. Wasting time, yeah I left my home in Georgia. Headed for the Frisco bay, yeah. 'Cause I have nothing to live for. Look like
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'Cause I had the time of my life. Show me some love tonight. You know I'll treat you right. 'Cause I had the time of my life Woke up in the morning rain. God knows where I slept again. No recollection
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'Cause I had the time of my life. Show me some love tonight. You know I'll treat you right. 'Cause I had the time of my life Woke up in the morning rain. God knows where I slept again. No recollection
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guaranteed. Eye of the void – the show of your tainted dreams. . Children of abysmal machinists of the end. . Travelling without a movement – time without an end. Shadows fading among the planetary
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Risin' up back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive. So
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Risin' up back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive. So
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and take the pleasures of the har - bor. . And the anchor hits the sand. The hungry hands. Have tied them to the port. The hour will be short. For leisure on the land. And the girls scent the air
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Then came the question and it was about time. The answer came back and it was long. The house it was built by some man in a rhyme,. But whatever came of his talented son?. Who wrote me a dialogue
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colour. Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer. And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line. And there'd be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind. But every year it gets a
