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Rising tide, we connect. To the rising high, no comment All those lonely nights, all undressed. To the rising tide, we connect We connect, we connect. We connect, we connect We're not here, in
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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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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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Let me show you a face in disguise. A colour that's faded, swept aside by the tide. Scene after scene, later. There's a grey dust that's in our eyes A misty cover that hides on the turning tide
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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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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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First the tide rushes in. Plants a kiss on the shore. Then rolls out to sea. And the sea is very. Still once more. . So I rush to your side. Like the oncoming tide. With one burning thought
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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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First the tide rushes in. Plants a kiss on the shore. Then rolls out to sea. And the sea is very still once more So I rush to your side. Like the oncoming tide. With one burning thought. Will
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Song The Scarlet Tide - Alison Krauss. When I recall his parting words. Must I accept his fate or take myself far from this place. I thought I heard a black bell toll, a little bird did sing. Man
