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bed of roses, it ain't no crown of thorns. Better than lonely, I've been there before Gotta bad reputation, for playing with love. Gonna play again now, and beat the odds above. And still I am
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Bài hát Crown Of Thorns - Black Veil Brides. Verse. 7 years have come & gone. All that's left are scriptures songs. Livin' with the pieces of my memory. & now gone all the dyin' and kill all the
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(are. Maltby, Jr. & D. Shire). . Autumn, it feels like Autumn. Although the breeze is still. I feel the chill of Autumn. Oh, yes, it's Autumn. It's always Autumn. However green the hill
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You are the Crown of Creation. You are the Crown of Creation. and you've got no place to go. Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for. in the only way that it's granted. in a place among
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You are the Crown of Creation. You are the Crown of Creation. and you've got no place to go. Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for. in the only way that it's granted. in a place among
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. It's the kind that moves on. It's the kind that, it's the kind that Leaves me alone. Like a crown of thorns. It's all who you know. So don't burn your bridges, woman. 'Cause someday, yeah So I'm
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Bài hát Autumn Leaves - Bob Dylan. The falling leaves. Drift by the window. The autumn leaves. Of red and gold. I see your lips. The summer kisses. The sunburned hands. I used to hold. Since you went
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me feel
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Look Into These Eyes. See 'em Painted. With Regret The Acrobat Of Life. I Let The Days Roll On And On Today, Yesterday. Tomorrow It's The Same. I Welcome The Season. The Autumn Of My Life Look
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting?. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first-nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me feel
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Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer. Autumn, my love's gone with another. I can't demand anything of myself now. So I guess I'll stay here in New England. For autumn Buildings look tall and
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alone. Yes it does And this is my kinda love. It's the kind that moves on. It's unkind that, it's unkind that. It leave me alone Like a crown of thorns. It's all who you know, yeah. So don't burn
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The falling leaves. Drift by the window. The autumn leaves. Of red and gold. I see your lips. The summer kisses. The sunburned hands. I used to hold. Since you went away. The days grow long
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Summer was gone and the heat died down. And Autumn reached for her golden crown. I looked behind as I heard a sigh. But this was the time of no reply The sun went down and the crowd went home. I
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The falling leaves. Drift by the window. The autumn leaves. Of red and gold I see your lips. The summer kisses. The sunburned hands. I used to hold Since you went away. The days grow long
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Autumn leaves fall and are swept out of sight. The words that you said have gone too. Autumn leaves fall and are swept out of sight. So are the memories of love that we knew The wind of
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Like a crown of thorns. It's all who you know, yeah. So don't burn your bridges woman. 'Cause someday, yeah Kick it, oh yeah And this is my kinda love. It's the kind that moves on. It's the kind
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The falling leaves. Drift by the window. The autumn leaves. Of red and gold I see your lips. The summer kisses. The sunburned hands. I used to hold Since you went away. The days grow long
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting?. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first-knighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting?. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first-knighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me
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hear old winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling. When autumn leaves start to fall. Since you went away the days grow long. And soon I'll hear old winter's song. But I miss you most of all
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With jade green eyes buttons. And bows and fancy ties. The feet of dust under trees of rust. Make them sandals gambol under knees of trust Gonna be my wife. Gonna spice my life. She sang she said
