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Myths and legends gather pace. Victims of the human race. Looks like a chemical war. Leaves you calling out for more. In the realm of danger signs. Forces you to commit crimes. In the end it's
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You called all the way from America. And said hang on to love girl. But the weeks and the months and the tears. Passed by. And my eyes couldn't stand the strain. Of that promised love All the
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need to pretend that perfection is your friend. ‘Cause we’re all broken. We all end up alone. Show me that you’re human, you won’t break. Oh love your flaws and live for your mistakes. Beauty’s on the
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You're hiding something. 'Cause it's burning through your eyes. I try to get it out but all I hear from you are lies. And I can tell you're going through the motions. I figured you were acting
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You're hiding something. 'Cause it's burning through your eyes. I try to get it out but all I hear from you are lies. And I can tell you're going through the motions. I figured you were acting
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used to be. You once were so hungry for my embrace. Now goodbye is written all over your face. I'm fallin' from heaven for I know we're gonna part. The fall may not kill me but it's bound to break my
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still. When I'm waiting for you to reveal. And from myself, I seem so far away And I admit that when I submit to you. I can see all of the selfish things I do I'm further, further from myself. When
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I've said sorry over a thousand times. Is there anything to say to you to help you dry your eyes?. I will make it all better if I could, I'll help you realize. I cry when you cry, I hurt when you
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searchin' for a crutch. I just want someone to talk to. And a little of that human touch. Just a little of that human touch Ain't no mercy on the streets of this town. Ain't no bread from heavenly skies
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minds. Risk contamination, mechanism of death. Anyone left alive, scorched, turn to ash. Disease, war, black death touching man The human strain returning plague. Drink the tainted blood from the only
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minds. Risk contamination, mechanism of death. Anyone left alive, scorched, turn to ash. Disease, war, black death touching man The human strain returning plague. Drink the tainted blood from the only
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Writer(s) dennis/adair Let's take a boat to bermuda. Let's take a plane to saint paul. Let's take a kayak to quincy or nyack,. Let's get away from it all. Let's take a trip in a trailer. No need
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around from machine to machine. But you know that they're never really, never really what they seem. And you can count on generate some warmth. Then you'll see just what I mean oh baby, baby, baby yeah
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Song All Downhill From Here - The Summer Set. Verse 1. My friends think that I'm a little unwell. Cause I smile even though we're going to hell. Pre-Chorus. We got American Dreams, they all were made
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help from my friends. I get high with a little help from my friends. Oh, I'm going to try with a little help from my friends. . What do I do when my love is away. Does it worry you to be alone. How
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You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold. You say you want your story to remain untold. . But all the promises we made. From the cradle to the grave. When all I want is you. . You say
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advice from someone else. But I wouldn't be telling you if I hadn't been there myself. It's alright, it's alright, sometimes that's all it takes. We're only human, we're supposed to make mistakes
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everything, everything. From the heart. I promise you that I'll be there. I'll be there to love you. From the soul. I'm showing you all I feel, all I feel is. From the heart, from the heart. I will protect you
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at your doors. It's just about to explode, hit the floor. I come from a triple blood-shedding. Spreading, my heading, straight from Armageddon It's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Once you get
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, you're allowed to make your share of mistakes. (You're only human, ooo-ooo). You better believe there will be times in your life. When you'll be feeling like a stumbling fool. So take it from me you'll
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walk when I can't find a way?. I have a dilemma. All I want it is to tell me. You're gonna take it away From a lover to a friend. From a lover to a friend. From a lover to a friend. Let me love
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Song All the Way from Memphis - Mott The Hoople. Forgot my six-string razor - hit the sky. Half way to memphis 'fore I realised. Well I rang the information - my axe was cold. They said she rides the
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down the dusty trail. And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails. 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail. All the way from memphis Well I got to oreoles y'know - it took a month. And there
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band is ready to go One more moneymaker and I'm set for life. Stealing from others will make my future bright One, make some money, two, overexpose. Sincerity is felt much more when the human factor
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baby. Oh, don't you know. That I am yours. From head to toe Oh, I got a little heart. Inside me beating. And when it speaks. It keeps repeating your name. All the time You better watch out
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baby. Oh, don't you know. That I am yours. From head to toe Oh, I got a little heart. Inside me beating. And when it speaks. It keeps repeating your name. All the time You better watch out
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baby. Oh, don't you know. That I am yours. From head to toe Oh, I got a little heart. Inside me beating. And when it speaks. It keeps repeating your name. All the time You better watch out
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?. Or is it just a dream? Tell me more about yourself. Do you feel the way I feel?. Are you just a vision?. Or are you really real? Where do you come from?. Angel, won't you say?. Tell me all that
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Song From The Village - . Take me to the village. That never lets you down. From every coloured picture. (They know something). You can turn it all around. From the village. You would understand. If
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This be a message to the ghetto when will this * stop. We lost 2 ill niggaz BIG and 2Pac. This goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga. You can be loved by millions but one clown
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long long way from home, yes I am Listen to this. listen to that. People tryin' to tell me. Where it's at. But it really doesn't matter. I hear it all the time. And I'm standing at the crossroads
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through the city. I’ll go everywhere you go. From Chicago to the coast. You tell me, “Hit this and let’s go. Blow the smoke right through the window”. ‘Cause this is all we know. Post-Chorus Phoebe Ryan
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(1955) m. rotha (pseud. of fritz rotter) Our little love slowly grows and grows. Not one that comes and goes. That's all I want from you. A sunny day with hopes up to the sky. Another day that
