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Come home. You don't need no strength. We are here. You are weak. Saveyourthirst. And save your hunger. For everything we have. . Come home. You are mislead. Don't need a reason to get throu
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When I was a little boy I used to wonder. Just how old you'd have. To be to feel good. Now I've seen a thousand girls but I still wonder. Cause they just don't make sense to me. And god knows I'v
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I don't cry anymore. My tears have dried and my eyes have died. I don't see anymore. My eyes are blind and my magnifying glass is broken. I don't smell it anymore. I cannot smell the way to heave
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How many scars. How many stars. Need I count back home to you. I'll always keep sailing. In all the winds you make. . They were always true. All the lies made up for you. You're always asleep.
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night. And there's a letter I've been trying to write. Somethin' better waitin' somewhere for me (Ooo). One of them is sittin' on the wrong coast. (Ooo). One awaits an answer by return post. Waitin
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night. And there's a letter I've been trying to write. Somethin' better waitin' somewhere for me (Ooo). One of them is sittin' on the wrong coast. (Ooo). One awaits an answer by return post. Waitin
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I have had my time on the street. I Been out there and never found my way back home. All the city lights. Have guided me to this. I ended up to be. Someone else than me. But I'm happy now. . T
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I remember I was young. Not that I'm old, but I was young. I have lost all my sense. I'm a bit wiser, but lost my sense. . And I know a few more lovely people. I can leave out. But I don't. 'C
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There's a place he knows. Where horrible stories grow old. It's in a house that mummy sold. Inside a door he knows. Where secrets are left to grow. Up from the basement and through the floor. .
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There is love and there is not. There are two bullets, but there's no shot. It's so eventful, still so wrong. The road we walk along. . There are smiles and there are not. Yours are false compar
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Chorus Post Malone & Dolly Parton, Post Malone. Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours. Yeah, and trouble rode in on the back of a pale white horse. You’re so sweet, and tryna leave is like
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From Chris Warren's Robert Plant site used with permission This is the English part of the lyric sung by Robert Plant. From my island home I feel a chance. Kiss the tide - goes time and
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Verse 1 Post Malone. She tried to hide them wings under that Double RL. Well, she might be an angel, that's what I'm tellin' myself. And she knows I'm a demon, she heard 'bout all my songs. Saint
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my only escape from it all. Watchin' a film or a face on the wall Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian. Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian. Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian
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Fallin'. By Robert Klein. Original Artist. . I'm afraid to fly. And I don't know why. I'm jealous of the people the who are not afraid to die. It's just that I recall. Back when I was small
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Verse 1 Post Malone. Thirty-eight dollars for a coconut rum, you never looked prettier sippin' on one. These downtown lights are turnin’ back off 'cause the world is turnin' back on. (Mm-mm, mm-mm
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Yo gee. Come and get your New York Post. New York Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta New York Post. Yo New York Post don't brag or boast. Dissin
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Yo gee. Come and get your New York Post. New York Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta New York Post. Yo New York Post don't brag or boast. Dissin
