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the sound of pulling heaven down. You brought the rain's romantic pour. You make the sound. You make the sound. Of pulling heaven down I'm reaching farther than I ever have before. (god I've
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The rain pulls me awake . on this warm Autumn morning . the melancholy sky of grey . comforts like a cave . You didn't stay last night . and maybe that's the right thing . And letting go is truly
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October. And the trees are stripped bare. Of all they wear. What do I care. . October. And kingdoms rise. And kingdoms fall. But you go on. And on.
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Bài hát Coming Home - Skylar Grey . And the blood will dry. underneath my nails. and the wind will rise up. to fill my sails. so you can doubt. and you can hate. but I know, no matter what it takes
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Devenir gris. Devenir gris One man on a lonely platform. One case sitting by his side. Two eyes staring cold and silent. Show fear as he turns to hide Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey). Aaah
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Devenir gris. Devenir gris One man on a lonely platform. One case sitting by his side. Two eyes staring cold and silent. Show fear as he turns to hide Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey). Aaah
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And when October goes. The snow begins to fly. Above the smokey roofs. I watch the planes go by The children running home. Beneath a twilight sky. Oh, for the fun of them. When I was one of
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And when October goes. The snow begins to fly. Above the smokey roofs. I watch the planes go by The children running home. Beneath a twilight sky. Oh, for the fun of them. When I was one of
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When I feel as though my love is sinking down. The sun doesn't want to shine. When it feels like she won't face another day. Life is unkind. She's frozen in time And here comes another grey
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clear as the October sky And your words once so sweet, now they fall incomplete. And they're no longer speaking to me. When will I shed my grief for a moments relief. And pretend these aren't tears in
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Lifeless they fall apart. Golden as our precious art. My love sinks into a thick grey veil of mist. Trees, leafless trees, the epitaph of the sun. What once was green presents now grey and trist. A
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Song When October Goes - Nancy Wilson. And when October goes. The snow begins to fly. Above the smokey roofs. I watch the planes go by. . The children running home. Beneath a twilight sky. Oh
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October. And the trees are stripped bare. Of all they wear. What do I care. . October. And kingdoms rise. And kingdoms fall. But you go on. And on.
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October. And the trees are stripped bare. Of all they wear. What do I care. . October. And kingdoms rise. And kingdoms fall. But you go on. And on.
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Well i'm-a going back down maybe one more time. Deep down home, october road. And I might like to see that little friend of mine. That I left behind once upon a time Oh, promised land and me still
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We were raised under Grey skies, . But you'll never hear us complain. Oh, and father led the examples. Of how to draw beauty from pain. So I found a thousand spring-times in her eyes. And I
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Well I've been here before. Sat on the floor in a grey grey room. Where I stay in all day. I don't eat, but I play with this grey grey food. . Desole, if someone is prayin' then I might break out
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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It's. been 31 years since we've had a grey day Puffy. white clouds reflecting city lights may Cause. my friends to run away Gun. . metal grey is the color of this day Puffy. white clouds in
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Bài hát The Sound That Love Makes - Sarah Mclachlan . Can you hear it? This is the sound that love makes. The fingerprint of a snowflake. It paints a picture of you. Can you feel it? This is the
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