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Strange music in my ears,. Only now as you spoke did it start,. Strange music of the sphere,. Could its lovely hum be coming from my heart?. . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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Strange music in my ears,. Only now as you spoke did it start,. Strange music of the sphere,. Could its lovely hum be coming from my heart?. . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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Strange music in my ears,. Only now as you spoke did it start,. Strange music of the sphere,. Could its lovely hum be coming from my heart?. . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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Strange music in my ears,. Only now as you spoke did it start,. Strange music of the sphere,. Could its lovely hum be coming from my heart?. . You appear and I hear song sublime,. Song that I'm
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LOVE HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN. (Dallas Frazier). '68 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI I'd love to forget every time that you kissed me. I'd love to forget that you're gone. I'd gladly hold back each tear that
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the last couple has gone. Then only I must start singing out my heart. While the music plays on Oh, what madness to discover. Music still possesses all its charms. As I serenade my lover. Dancing
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the last couple has gone. Then only I must start singing out my heart. While the music plays on Oh, what madness to discover. Music still possesses all its charms. As I serenade my lover. Dancing
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, Flyin through the air. (You can feel it all over. ). Something there wouldnt let me go,. Made me sing and it was all CHORUS. (Thumpin music) Thumpin music loud and strong. (Thumpin music) It keeps me
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, Flyin through the air. (You can feel it all over. ). Something there wouldnt let me go,. Made me sing and it was all CHORUS. (Thumpin music) Thumpin music loud and strong. (Thumpin music) It keeps me
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the last couple has gone. Then only I must start singing out my heart. While the music plays on Oh, what madness to discover. Music still possesses all its charms. As I serenade my lover. Dancing
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nothing to me . you know, i know what im doing so listen, listen to it . Ooooo CHORus Im gonna put some music on thats gonna make you wanna love me all night long. Im gonna put some music on thats gonna
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symphony. Its just six string music (six string music). So elementary
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the night Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Hearing is believing, music is deceiving. Hard as lightning, soft as candle light. Dare you trust the
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(CHORUS) HOUSE MUSIC. HOUSE MUSIC (CHORUS)
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(CHORUS) HOUSE MUSIC. HOUSE MUSIC (CHORUS)
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night. Slowly, gently. Night unfurls its splendour. Grasp it, sense it. Tremulous and tender. Hearing is believing. Music is deceiving. Hard as lightning, soft, as candle light. Dare you trust the music
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disappear. their laughter's music to my ears. and it's music to my soul. the way you understand. the way you take my hand. and as the world offs its winter clothes all will come to life. as the trees
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Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul. They got away with murder
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its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, 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
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Bài hát Let The Music Take Control - W&W, BlasterJaxx. Let the music take control. Let the music free at all. Let the music. Let the music. Let the music. Let the music. Let the music. Let the music
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Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it
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Forgetting you, darling, is not my decision. For love has a mind of its own. I'd love to forget every time that you kissed me. I'd love to forget that you're gone And I'd gladly hold back each
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know its name. Though it's ever entwining. And I believe it must look. Like an old man shining We were eatin' summer peaches. By a roadside stand. Juice running down like laughter. On our chin and
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Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music
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. Though I tried not to hurt you. Yeah, I tried. But I guess that's why they say. Chorus. Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song. Every
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. Quên đi câu chuyện chúng ta chẳng lâu bền. Cuz, Its Burning Burning Time. Its Burning Burning Time!. Tôi không còn sợ nhìn thấy. . Bao nhiêu ký ức chôn sâu nơi này. Rồi lại thấy. Không gian đẹp như áng
