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love me. Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me. Ah, mater, much later Jet, with the wind in your hair. Of a thousand laces. Climb on the back and we'll. Go for a ride in the sky And Jet I thought
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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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faith and love. These cathedrals rose above. We troubadours and poets sing. That love is all and everything. We promise you, all human kind. Tomorrow will be fine. From nowhere came the age of the
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By suicidal tendencies trident missiles in the air. My missiles underground, protect us till we're dead Memories of tomorrow. Crying sorrow Push the button kiss good bye the nuclear arsenal. A
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot. One that smiled, when he flew over the bay. Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot. One that smiled, when he flew over the bay My horse is a
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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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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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love me?. Ah, matter, want jet to always love me?. Ah, matter, much later. . Jet! With the wind in your hair of a thousand laces. Climb on the back and well. Go for a ride in the sky. And
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Where have I been? What should I be looking for?. What am I gonna be when I come of age. Will I be strong, yeah, yeah? Will I be a mighty man?. Climb mountains if I can when I come of age Hey
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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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love me?. Ah, matter, want jet to always love me?. Ah, matter, much later. . Jet! With the wind in your hair of a thousand laces. Climb on the back and well. Go for a ride in the sky. And
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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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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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Bài hát Gates Of Tomorrow - Iron Maiden. Weaving a thread round your heart and your soul. Deceiving your eyes and delaying your goal. Ships in the night when they pass out of sight. Deliver their
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stop this intersection. At every turn. Dead forests of tenements rise like antennas. . The miles are adding up and the days are counting down. Cut the jet black from my hair. Before we're bathed in
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. Closing till we are never. Alone ever again. . The screen across your eyes. When covered by those who decide. The ones behind the lies. In the truth of tomorrow. . They already know how to find you
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day. Tomorrow is another day. There's so much of this world I never see. In front of me. Far too much of this world we've never been. Forgive me. I can take you anywhere. I just wanna get to know you. I
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left behind Twilight explodes in my time of the blind. You can't postpone some tomorrow. Just one more wishbone Broken days pumpin' through your veins. Shattered thoughts but reflection always stay
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aware. Of the emptiness it brings Will you still love me tomorrow. Will you still care. Will you still need me tomorrow. Will you be there. Will you still love me tomorrow. Will you still care
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though. They wont know 'til tomorrow I got static in my head. The reflected sound of everything. Tried to go to where it led. But it didn't lead to anything The noise is coming out. And if it's not
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Tomorrow always brings. Rain, drummin' on my window pane. As the skies unleash their tears. And darkened clouds release their fears. Washin' clean the festering earth. It foretells of a
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Tomorrow always brings. Rain, drummin' on my window pane. As the skies unleash their tears. And darkened clouds release their fears. Washin' clean the festering earth. It foretells of a
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Tomorrow never lies so live for today / don't be afraid of the skeletons of yesterday /. Each morning brings you closer to your goal so *** your chance don't let it go / the city. Streets are
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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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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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Fell from grace, I lost my faith. Heart feels like a stone. I'm payin' the price of a drunken night. I'm wastin' in the twilight zone Broke the spell, I hate myself. The light of love don't shine
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Fell from grace, I lost my faith. Heart feels like a stone. I'm payin' the price of a drunken night. I'm wastin' in the twilight zone Broke the spell, I hate myself. The light of love don't shine
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(Shoop Shoop). And when he wakes up in the morning. It takes him time to adjust. So sick and tired of the money. (Shoop, hes at that dangerous age). And all the life that is lost. (Shoop, hes
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Bài hát Jet - Desiigner, Pusha T. Intro Desiigner. Ayy. Tell. Ayy, got one?. Ayy, tell. On a spell. Purple jet. Purple jet. Hook Desiigner. I'ma run right through this paper. I'ma run right through
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word Reich, say what you like. . We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress. The scabaret sacrilegends. This is the Golden Age of Grotesque. . We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to
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wrong?. Y? said that you? d be mine? till the end of time. Love me tomorrow, love me tomorrow. Love me tomorrow, love me tomorrow I say it? s a sad sort of play when you never let in my lines. You say
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the sea does not change. And so with the slow graceful flow of age. I went forth with an age old desire to please. On the edge of seventeen Just like the white winged dove sings a song. Sounds like
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Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow,. Holding hands we both abandon sorrow,. Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow. . Hey, baby's got a lazy day on Sunday,. Here's a pound, we hang around
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Underneath your dreamlit eyes, shades of sleep have driven you away. The moon is pale outside and you are far from here. Breathing shifts your careless head, untroubled by the chaos of our lives
