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She was my best friend. She was my best friend. We won't reach up again. We broke all our plans. . You've got a face, a soul, a name. But if you stay we both will go insane. Nostalgia. . We
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A shade of pain. A body ripped apart. A broken heart. Raging like fire in an iron frame. . And here you are. The man who's loved me more. Hurt me more. When passion outbalanced your shame
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nostalgia). Chorus. I know you're dying trying to figure me out. My name's on the tip of your tongue, keep running your mouth. You want the recipe, but can't handle my sound. My sound, my sound (Future
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sign. And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49". In the days of old, in the days of gold. How oft'times I repine for the days of old. When we dug up the gold, in the days of
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Bài hát Nostalgia - Vanessa White. Verse 1. Don't know why. But I'm having one of those, those nights. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Red wine. And I'm playing all those songs we like. Oh baby. And it isn't
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*** qu'elle était au ciel Il rêve couché sur un parquet. Dans les bras de sa mère. Dessinée à la craie. Tous les soirs en secret. Ce dessin il le fait. Trait pour trait. À partir d'un portrait Il
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Bài hát Portrait - Take That. Life slow down. You've gone too fast. And words begin to mean a little less. Bones stay strong. Cos the road ahead is long. And every voice will miss us when we're gone
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Bài hát In Search of Little Sadie (Without Overdubs, Self Portrait) - Bob Dylan. Went out last night just to take a little round. I get my little Sadie and I brought her down. I run right home and
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. Looking Glass. 3. Nostalgia. 4. Santorini. 5. Port Of Mystery. 6. Keys To Imagination. 7. Forgotten Yesterdays. 8. Forbidden Dreams
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Elle ressemble а un portrait de Norman Rockwell. Derriиre les traits usйs on devine qu'elle йtait belle. Y'a encore dans ses yeux comme une p'tite йtincelle. Signe de vie et d'amour, un don tombй
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damn thing. You wanna turn it up loud, future nostalgia is the name. I know you're dying trying to figure me out. My name's on the tip of your tongue, keep running your mouth. You want the recipe but
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"Family Portrait". Uh, uh, some deep ***, uh, uh . Momma please stop cryin, I can't stand the sound . Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down . I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed . I
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Songwriters Ray Noble . I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed. Your picture is always in my head. I don't need you portrait, dear, to call you to mind. For sleeping or waking, dear, I find
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