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And the fighting it went on. They were fighting ґtil the crack of dawn. Urban laughter in the skies. In the end there was no one to survive. . Oh that was an evil day. Urban laughter took me
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mine Ooh, I hear laughter in the rain. Walking hand in hand with the one I love. Ooh, how I love the rainy days. And the happy way I feel inside After a while we run under a tree. I turn to her and
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mine Ooh, I hear laughter in the rain. Walking hand in hand with the one I love. Ooh, how I love the rainy days. And the happy way I feel inside After a while we run under a tree. I turn to her and
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mine Ooh, I hear laughter in the rain. Walking hand in hand with the one I love. Ooh, how I love the rainy days. And the happy way I feel inside After a while we run under a tree. I turn to her and
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I can hear the sounds of laughter. Could it be they're laughing at me. I can hear the roar of thunder. I'm mad, I'm deranged I see clown in costumes voices that carry. Their message to my mind
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all those things. You could have done. But you don't?. They say things happen. For a reason,. You don't do them, they won't. . I'm lookin for life,. Love and laughter. . Everything in between
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. . Master, master, where's the dreams that I've been after?. Master, master, you promised only lies. Laughter, laughter, all I hear and see is laughter. Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries (thanks to
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All my love's laughter all my love's faces. She comes in the morning her cloak in her arms. She's following after the king of all places. And your tenderest warnin', could bruise all her charm But
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. Master, master, where's the dreams that I've been after?. Master, master, you promised only lies. Laughter, laughter, all I hear and see is laughter. Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries. Fix me!. Hell
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loved me. Every town was Paris. Every day was Sunday. Every month was May. When Joanna loved me. Every sound was music. Music made of laughter. Laughter that was bright and gay . But when Joanna
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. Every sound was music. Music made of laughter. Laughter that was bright and gay. . But when Joanna left me. May became December. But, even in December, I remember. Her touch, her smile, and for a
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loved me. Every town was Paris. Every day was Sunday. Every month was May. When Joanna loved me. Every sound was music. Music made of laughter. Laughter that was bright and gay . But when Joanna
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loved me. Every town was Paris. Every day was Sunday. Every month was May. When Joanna loved me. Every sound was music. Music made of laughter. Laughter that was bright and gay . But when Joanna
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was Sunday. Every month was may When Joanna loved me. Every sound was music. Music made of laughter. Laughter that was bright and gay. But when Joanna left me. May became December But even in
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. Every sound was music. Music made of laughter. Laughter that was bright and gay. . But when Joanna left me. May became December. But, even in December, I remember. Her touch, her smile, and for a
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through centuries. As you held me down, you said "I'll see you in the future when we're older. And we are full of stories to be told. Cross my heart and hope to die,. I'll see you with your laughter
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