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-stop persuadin' in the skies. Precious life, a hope forever shining. With justice for all It seems like child's play. Oh, they're playing with our lives. Guess their just too blind to see It seems
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Song Nothing But A Child - Steve Earle. Once upon a time, in a far off land. Wise men saw a sign and set out aross the sand. Songs of praise to sing, they travelled day and night. Precious gifts to
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. Precious indeed. Is the lave we share. Like a new born child. Like a tiny baby. Till it grows up strong. You lullaby a new love. With a happy song. Because a new love. Is like a new born child
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blood. Gotta face reality. There can never be anymore us. More than life hurt me. Yes so precious She said it's your child. And it really messed me up. How could you deny. Your own flesh and blood
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Precious memories, unseen angels. Sent from somewhere to my soul. How they linger ever near me. And the sacred past unfold Precious memories how they linger. How they ever flood my soul?. In the
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Twilight fades, it's a precious thing. Eventide under lock and key. It's so heavenly right now. "A Letter to Elise" played on repeat. Playing songs of the minor key was my policy, but now. What
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Precious memories, unseen angels. Sent from somewhere to my soul. How they linger, ever near me. And the sacred scenes unfold. Precious memories, how they linger. How they ever flood my soul
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So I ran faster but it caught me here. Yes, my loyalties turned like my ankle. In the seventh grade. Running after Billy. Running after the rain These precious things. Let them bleed. Let them
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So I ran faster but it caught me here. Yes, my loyalties turned like my ankle. In the seventh grade. Running after Billy. Running after the rain These precious things. Let them bleed. Let them
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somebody say, I don't regret my wedding day. But something's wrong, it's not the same. I'm lonely and I'd start again. If I had the time precious time But I don't ask much just to keep in touch. And
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Precious memories, unseen angel. Sent from somewhere to my soul. How they linger ever near me. And the sacred past unfolds. Precious memories, how they linger. How they ever flood my soul. In
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heart. Over the fertile fields. The love we gave each other. Was the love that we would make. Those years became a lifetime. A lifetime fate wouldIn the trees, in the air. It's a precious burden. The
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all good things must end. So take care my love my friend. Keep it precious. Oh, keep it precious This yielding is fine this promise rare. One day at a time we've agreed to dare. Holding you tight
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As I travel down life's pathway. Know not what the years may hold. As I ponder hopes grow fonder. Precious memories flood my soul. Precious memories how they linger. How they ever flood my soul
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Bài hát Mary's boy child - Boney M. Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day. . And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day. . Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy
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Precious Lord, Take my hand,. Lead me on, let me stand,. I am tired, I am weak, I am worn. Through the storm, Through the night,. Lead me on to the light. Take my hand precious Lord, Lead me
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eat. An August moon is your conceit. When love is young These are precious years. Such intoxicating years. When our innocence slowly comes undone. Hearts are spilt on purest silk. When love is
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Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on, help me stand. Lord, I'm tired, Lord, I'm so weak. Lord, You know I am worn. . Through the storm, through the night. Lead me on to the light. Take my
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I was captured by the light of a wayward smile. When she said to me,. "move slowly son and touch the sky,. Very soon you'll see. Oo, how precious time placed it's hand on me;. Oo, how precious
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The sun is fading from your city Life Child. From where I stand it ain't so pretty Life Child. I see your sun is going down. I see your wreckage on the ground oooh Life Child. . Your seas are
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Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on, let me stand. I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm worn Through the storm, through the night. Lead me on to the light. Take my hand, precious Lord. Lead me home When
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Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. Sometimes I feel like a motherless child A long way from home. A long way from home. True believer. A long way
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precious. You're wishin' that I was more reckless. You're wishin' that I would smoke 'til I'm high. And play with the guys, regret this. You're wishin' that I was more trouble. Sorry for bein' a struggle. I
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Precious Lord, take my hand,. Lead me on, help me stand,. I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;. Through the storm, through the night,. Lead me on to the light Take my hand, precious Lord,. Lead me
