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have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories) I get by on what I have. Less than Jesus, more
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Bài hát Gathering Stories - Jónsi . And then I heard you. You made me long for. To be a part of. Something that I can't see. A life that is beyond. Something that I can't fear. To be a part of. The
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Talkin' to myself again. Wonderin' if this travelin' is good. Is there somethin' else a' doin'. We'd be doin' if we could But ah, the stories we could tell. And if it all blows up and goes to
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Talkin' to myself again. Wonderin' if this traveling is good. Is they're something else a doin'. We'd be doin' if we could. . All the stories we could tell. If it all blows up and goes to hell
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Bài hát Stories (Radio Version) - Neilio. It's in the stories that we say. Like someone's waiting to be told. The act encompasses the blame. We watch the scenes we live unfold. 2x. We watch the
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There are 8 million stories in the naked city 8 million stories, 8 million stories. 8 million stories, 8 million stories There are 8 million stories in the naked city. Some ice cold and told
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the campfire. Tragedies of fallen empires. And everything that will and won't transpire. Sometimes it's just too dire. Bollackal. Carrying our stories like DNA in hair follicles. Lugging
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photographs. There's a comic strip. That makes me laugh. . Sometimes the lady takes me. Sometimes I don't let go. Hello hello. . Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys
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photographs. There's a comic strip. That makes me laugh. . Sometimes the lady takes me. Sometimes I don't let go. Hello hello. . Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys. Stories for boys
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Bài hát Nơi Ấy Em Sẽ Có Hạnh Phúc - K. U, Nano, CT Kòy, Nyshin. Ver1 CT Kòy. Bất chợt nhớ lại khoảng thời gian ta bên nhau. Trên con đường về anh chợt nhớ đến những kỉ niệm ngày hôm nào. Và lúc đó
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Bài hát Wonderous Stories - Yes. I awoke this morning. Love laid me down by the river. Drifting I turned on up stream. Bound for my forgiver. In the giving of my eyes to see your face. Sound did
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Pull on up into the soap box stool. Let me tell you some stories about how life can be cruel. I had big dreams, but they turned to dust. I need another shot of oil, 'cause it's startin' to rust
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Talkin' to myself again. Wonderin' if this travelin' is good. Is there somethin' else a' doin'. We'd be doin' if we could But ah, the stories we could tell. And if it all blows up and goes to
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