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. Modeun ge da ta beorigo namainneun han jumiyeo. Ash Ash Ash Ash. Bangjurеul saeropge jieo naaga jеo segyero. Ash Ash Ash Ash. Post-Chorus. Do or die, I’m a player. Jasin isseo Game suman gaji Chance
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Find myself beside a stream of empty thought. Like a leaf that's fallen to the ground. And carried by the flow of water to my dreams. And woken only by your sound Alone I've walked this path for
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I have seen snow that fell in May. And I have seen rain on cloudless days. Somethings are always bound to change. There ain't no ash will burn Love is a precious thing I'm told. It burns just
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"The Harold Song". I miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheets. I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek. And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see. That you were the love of my life
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"The Harold Song". I miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheets. I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek. And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see. That you were the love of my life
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Harold Dorman - Mountain of Love. . Standin' on a mountain lookin' down on a city. The way I feel is a doggone pity. Teardrops fallin' down the mountainside. Many times I've been here, and many
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You shone out of the darkness. The light in your eyes. I could not help myself. I did not want to try. Like the singing of the lorelei. Your voice rang clear and true. Mystery and danger was
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Johnny mercer / harold arlen. . It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place. Except you and me. So set 'em' up joe, I got a little story. I think you should know. . We're drinking my
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Johnny mercer / harold arlen. . It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place. Except you and me. So set 'em' up joe, I got a little story. I think you should know. . We're drinking my
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(M. Turner, A. Powell, T. Turner, S. Upton). Miles Music Sit by the river's edge, and watch the water flow,. Sunlight that touched your face, and told you not to go. Where, oh where, you
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Feeling light-headed as I caught her eye,. She was inviting as I passed her by. Losing all freedom,. I fell to the ground. She took me home later. And made me see why. When you look through a
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Bird rise high from the cinders. Leave it all far behind. All the ruins and the fire Bird raise your head from the ashes. Many men lay dead. You can see them like I Phoenix rise. Raise your head
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lone display Dressed in yellow fire burning. The corner dweller on the lane. Sorrow was her only feeling. For she could have no living shame Take good care and time to sow your own true seed. The
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a lie. I've got a choice. Run away or be torn to shreds. I've got a life and I want to live. Don't want to be dead. I met her down in the underground,. Got a taste of the low life, just creepin
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way back home there'll be no horror show today. My friends and me we'll be up and get away If I fill your every need you won't feel so empty. In my web I'll bet your life you're dead before you're
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Was sat down by my fire. Hear a voice of desire. Want to be friends again. I keep tellin' you man, she's only a pain She don't fit in my scene. She don't fit in my world, no more. And the best
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couldn't be. A soldier and a conqueror. Fighting to be free I'll have to be a warrior. A slave I couldn't be. A soldier and a conqueror. Fighting to be free I'll have to be a warrior. A slave I
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cremated, took his ashes, and then made it to a Diamond ring. Now he watches his son shine everyday. I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yea. Title Blunt Ashes . Artist Nas
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. So he had him cremated, took his ashes, and then made it to a Diamond ring. Now he watches his son shine everyday. I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yea. . Verse
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One for my baby (from duets). . Writer(s) johnny mercer/harold arlen. . Its quarter to three,. There's no one in the place cept you and me. So set em up joe. I got a little story I think you
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to the summer you knew me? Black and white movies You were out at dawn with a wet suit on. That's the picture in my mind. Now the waves still crash on the bonfire ash. That the tourists leave behind
