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Bài hát The Age Of Worry - John Mayer. Close your eyes and clone yourself. Build your heart an army. To defend your innocence. While you do everything wrong. Don't be scared to walk alone. Don't be
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Bài hát The Age Of The Cathedrals - IU. This is a tale that takes its place. In Paris fair, this year of grace. Fourteen hundred eighty-two. A tale of lust, and love so true. We are the artists of
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Song The Golden Age of Rock 'n' Roll - Mott The Hoople. Everybody hazy shell-shocked and crazy . Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies dresses for the dreamies. Fighting for a
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soles Boots were made for walking. Winds were blowing change. Boys fall in the jungle. As I came of age Black and white TV. With a broken twelve inch screen. Dylan's Highway 61. And Jackie's love
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Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind. To blow away the veil of time. Slowly now the threads of age. Are starting to unwind. . Queen of the hours, along, along, along. The path of time
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Don't be ashamed of your age. Don't let the years get you down. That old gang you knew, they still think of you. As all rounder in your old hometown Don't mind the gray in your hair. Just think
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souls of the forgotten are resting in need. But the human race and the fate on which they pray. Are dying today, in the plague of a new age. . Pile the bodies up, burn them when they're young. We'll
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souls of the forgotten are resting in need. But the human race and the fate on which they pray. Are dying today, in the plague of a new age. . Pile the bodies up, burn them when they're young. We'll
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (while the orchestra plays like it or not, motorhead rummages on stage
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you and me. (We're gonna be so happy). Well do, do all the things, we couldn't do before When, when I come of age. (We're gonna be so happy). When, when I come of age, yeah. When, when I come of
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,. You didn't wanna leave it all behind. Here I am. Flesh and bones. Here I am. Flesh and bones. Did he touch you?. Shameful and disgraced?. Did he rob your joy of the embrace?. Cecilia,. You
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Do you hear the thunder. Raging in the sky?. Premonition of a. Shattered world that's gonna die In the Age of Reason. how do we survive?. The protocols of evil. Ravaging so many lives?. So
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Bài hát The Golden Age - Woodkid. Walking through the fields of gold. In the distance, bombs can fall. Boy we're running free. Facing light in the flow. And in the cherry trees. We're hiding from the
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (jimmy carl, motorhead, roy & bunk are reunited by dons sentimental
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Stretched to the core of galaxies. Distorted city grids. By a black hole of vanity. Blossoms the age of greed Beyond the laws of density. Towers of glass and steel. Temples and fragments of
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Love Has Come of Age. Kenny Loggins. (This Is It) The many times you've learned the lines. That love has spoken. So easily you love to leave. Your heart's unbroken. You've opened up a hundred
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). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members of the bbc symphony orchestra (roy sings melody) All. Boooooh
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Bài hát Top Of The World - The Carpenters. Such a feelin's comin' over me . There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see. Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes. And I won't be surprised if
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. To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand. The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel. In the court of the crimson king. On soft grey mornings widows cry. The wise
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
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Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. The age of gold, yes the age of. The age of old. The age of gold. The age of music is past. I hear them talk as I walk yes I hear
