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. Every rhyme. Every word (music sounds better with you). Everyday (Everyday). All of the time (All of the time). Every way. Music sounds better with you. Mann. She's my music enhancer. When the music plays
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While passing through the clouds of diamond dust. As two mock suns arise beside our one. The sun dogs guide the way towards the east. And set behind the valley of calm trees The destination
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, yeah, your honesty. . One likes to believe in the freedom of music,. But glittering prizes and endless compromises. Shatter the illusion of integrity. . For the words of the prophets were written
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calm. from within or without. our troubled selves how can the clamor. of sounds be stilled?. there is no void where. noices can collect. and be made mute. how indeed. can there be silence when
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Of masters and slaves. We're divided that way. Are you a master or slave?. Do you rule or obey? Now, you better learn your history. 'Cause the future won't change. When they tell you it's the home
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Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist the notes I write. For I composed the music of
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Music makes pictures and often tells stories. All of it magic and all of it true. And all of the pictures and all of the stories. All of the magic, the music is you Music makes pictures and often
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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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Song The Sounds Of Silence - Simon, Garfunkel. 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
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lingered on. As though you'd never gone. This is just a dream that cannot last. When the magic of this mood has passed. So I sit in meditation. Trying to pretend this mood will never end.
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, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night. . Close you eyes and surrender to your
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tiMasters Of War. arBob Dylan. alRock Temple II. Bob Dylan - Masters of War. Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes. You that build the big bombs. You
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there. Doesn't matter who you are or where you're from. Come and dance to the music of the sun. Forget about your troubles it's alright. Let them go till we see the morning light. Feel the beat as
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, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night Close your eyes and surrender to your
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Bài hát Music Of The Night - Paul Potts. Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Slowly, gently, night unfurls
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Sometimes I feel I've been here forever. Sometime ago. Sometimes we sense the doubt together. Sometimes alone. . I'm tired but we won't sleep at all. Even though the air is calm. There's
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I always tried to keep the faith. And held my head up high. I stood against those tides of fear. And held onto my pride Never lost the will to live. And this can't be denied. In the calm before
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I always tried to keep the faith. And held my head up high. I stood against those tides of fear. And held onto my pride Never lost the will to live. And this can't be denied. In the calm before
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, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest
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. Knock it off get, off my desk. (Hey Andrea, check this out) Oh, Stevie, you promised me. Youd play nice music, people out of control. Dancin on the desks playin with the girls. That awful noise just
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, something within him. But the moment that I first laid eyes on him all alone. On the edge of seventeen Just like the white winged dove sings a song. Sounds like she's singing, Ooo baby Ooo, said Ooo. Just
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Come you masters of war. You that build the big guns. You that build the death planes. You that build all the bombs. You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks. I just want you to
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Bài hát Sounds Of Summer - Dierks Bentley. It's a tractor firin' up. Kids playin' in a field. Four wheels gettin' stuck. A line singin' out a fishin' reel. It's a cooler slidin' in the bed of a
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Peace to all the hip cats, all the Nappy Sweets. This is the Brother Question, broadcasting live. Via satellite from the Never Never Tunnels. Now dig the rituals for today, is good music. So sit
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I was standing on a beach. As naked as the day I was born. Surrounded by the thunder of the waves,. Pounding on that shore. There was music in the air. And it started a song in my heart. In the
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. A touch and I feel complete. Music is my love you see, yeah Music gets the best of me. But guess who gets the rest of me. And there's no need for jealousy. Music gets the best of me Without the
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This generation rules the nation with version. Music happen to be the food of love. Sounds to really make you rub and scrub I say, pass the Dutchie pon the left hand side. Pass the Dutchie pon the
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first laid. 0057. 800Eyes on him. 0101. 100All alone on the edge of seventeen. 0109. 870Just like the white winged dove. 0112. 740Sings a song, sounds like she's singin'. 0115. 460Oh, baby oh, said oh
