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have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories) I get by on what I have. Less than Jesus, more
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Bài hát Gathering Stories - Jónsi . And then I heard you. You made me long for. To be a part of. Something that I can't see. A life that is beyond. Something that I can't fear. To be a part of. The
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Talkin' to myself again. Wonderin' if this travelin' is good. Is there somethin' else a' doin'. We'd be doin' if we could But ah, the stories we could tell. And if it all blows up and goes to
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Talkin' to myself again. Wonderin' if this traveling is good. Is they're something else a doin'. We'd be doin' if we could. . All the stories we could tell. If it all blows up and goes to hell
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Bài hát Wonderous Stories - Yes. I awoke this morning. Love laid me down by the river. Drifting I turned on up stream. Bound for my forgiver. In the giving of my eyes to see your face. Sound did
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Bài hát Stories (Radio Version) - Neilio. It's in the stories that we say. Like someone's waiting to be told. The act encompasses the blame. We watch the scenes we live unfold. 2x. We watch the
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There are 8 million stories in the naked city 8 million stories, 8 million stories. 8 million stories, 8 million stories There are 8 million stories in the naked city. Some ice cold and told
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walk in the air like a fool. The greatest of stories heavenly bliss. Now and forever may sometimes end with no kiss. Now we wonder are we both crazy. Getting into this. Oh I love the face you try to hide
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got to play on love, play on love. Play on love, play on love You been a reading it without living it. Now that's the golden prison we can always find. Living in stories and living in books. Or we
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dream without wakin' up. Yes I love you, what's not to love You're hearin' these stories from friends. At first how love works, at last how it ends. But the thing that makes us different. Is this
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dream without wakin' up. Yes I love you, what's not to love You're hearin' these stories from friends. At first how love works, at last how it ends. But the thing that makes us different. Is this
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the campfire. Tragedies of fallen empires. And everything that will and won't transpire. Sometimes it's just too dire. Bollackal. Carrying our stories like DNA in hair follicles. Lugging
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photographs. There's a comic strip. That makes me laugh. . Sometimes the lady takes me. Sometimes I don't let go. Hello hello. . Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys
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photographs. There's a comic strip. That makes me laugh. . Sometimes the lady takes me. Sometimes I don't let go. Hello hello. . Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys
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don't believe his stories. You know that they're all lies. Bad as you are, you stick around. And I just don't know why. If I was your man (baby, you'd). Never worry 'bout (what I do). I'd be coming home
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. Gave them a leaf, made them hide. Let's push their stories aside. You know the origin is you. From the air I breathe. To the love I need. Only thing I know. Is you're the origin of love. From the God
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Written by Mother Love Bone. ---. I'm the instigator of the me generation. The official seminator of the female population. And I scoff at my rivals cause they ain't cool. And I rewrote the
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Written by Mother Love Bone. ---. I'm the instigator of the me generation. The official seminator of the female population. And I scoff at my rivals cause they ain't cool. And I rewrote the
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, taught them pride. Gave them a leaf, made them hide. Let's push their stories aside. You know the origin is you. From the air I breathe. To the love I need. Only thing I know. Is you're the origin of love
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. Gave them a leaf made them hide. Switched their stories aside. You know the origin is you. From the air I breathe to the love I need. Only thing I know is you're the origin of love. From the god above to
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feels so alone in your heart. But when everyone stands in the darkness. No one can tell them apart Now everyone has their own stories. And nobody's end's quite the same. I love for the days in the
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