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If she lived in space, man. I'd build a plane. Out of luck, so beam me up. To hear her talking again She painted pictures. That never dried. Always tried to. Keep the feeling alive Need a
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battles with fire. Inner demons don't play by the rules. They say "Just push them down, just fight them harder. Why would you give up on it so soon?". Chorus. So angels, angels please just keep on fighting
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I'd rather be . I would wait forever, exalted in the scene . As long as I am with you, my heart continues to beat . Pre-Chorus . With every step we take, Kyoto to The Bay . Strolling so casually . We're
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noticed. And the pity is (the pity is). Pity, pity, pity, pity. It's too late to fix anything. Now that everything has gone wrong. Thanks to Agatha (ha!). Naughty Agatha. It's been Agatha all along!. And I
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Speak to me, universal laws. The whores hustle and the hustlers *. All around me people bleed. Speak to me, your song of greed Speak to me of you inner charm. Of how you'll keep me safe from
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say. you know it's true. they're responsible citizens and wold they lie to you? i saw it on the front page. whatever next?. it read "N. A. S. A plans *** in outer space". no doubt to procreate the
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sky. Until we found the inner light. Now we can duplicate the universe The pain in painting. The muse in music. The like in I love you When you connect the dots. I see your picture coming through
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Bài hát Top Of The World - The Carpenters. Such a feelin's comin' over me . There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see. Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes. And I won't be surprised if
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hear the rantings of a child. An inner voice telling me I'm nothing. The voice is mine, subject to the lie. Heavy hand on heart. Healing words to impart. Heavy hand on my throat. This is no dream
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hear the rantings of a child. An inner voice telling me I'm nothing. The voice is mine, subject to the lie. Heavy hand on heart. Healing words to impart. Heavy hand on my throat. This is no dream
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Bài hát Inner Beauty - Connie Talbot. The morning starts like any other. I find myself in front of the mirror. Picking out my imperfections. Scared the world might see the flaws I see. But should it
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they should be boycotted. Around the country today citizens bring any known Lonely Island paraphernalia. Now here they are, the first men to become pregnant. Ah, leave up out the crew. The Lonely
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walk into the valley. And others try to kill the inner flame. We're burning brighter than before. I don't have a number, I'M A NAME!. Back in the village again. In the village. I'm back in the village
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