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Song Sawing On The Strings - Alison Krauss. Way back in the mountains. Way back in the hills. There used to live a mountaineer. They called him fiddlin' Will He could play 'most anything. And
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I've got no strings. To hold me down. To make me fret, or make me frown. I had strings. But now I'm free. There are no strings on me. Hi-ho the me-ri-o. That's the only way to go. I want the
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. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony. ***
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
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I can't imagine a symphony, without strings. And what good are tennis shoes, without strings. One without the other just can't be complete. What about us, what about you and me Without strings
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heroin. . Better real live bleeding fingers. Broken guitar strings. . I climbed all the way inside. Your tragedy. I got behind. The majesty. . Of the different shapes. In every note. The
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words. All the strings attached girl. All the strings attached girl. Oh, yeah. Met this girl when I was 3 years old. We were holding hands tight so I'm told. And it felt like an eternity. Said it
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Dear, when you smiled at me, I heard a melody. It haunted me from the start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! went the strings of my heart. . Was like a breath of spring, I heard
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. Live your life inside a paper can. But you'll never get to pick and choose. She's bought you and sold you. There ain't no shoe strings on Louise Come on down, come on down from the ladder. Henry, get
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bleeding fingers. And broken guitar strings I climbed all the way inside. Your tragedy. I got behind. The majesty Of the different shapes. In every note. The endless tapes. Of every word you wrote
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Who's come to slay the dragon. Come to watch him fall?. Making arrows out of pointed words. Giant killers at the call? Too much fuss and bother. Too much contradiction and confusion. Peel away
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. You'd never know. The moment fading. We watch the end. Over again. And keep repeating. . I feel like I'm. I feel like I'm. I feel like I'm. Just disappearing. . All these little strings
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mandolins in the moonlight. Mandolins in the moonlight!. See what magic you start?. A song of Italy sings. In perfect tune with the strings of my heart! We won't be tossin' coins in the fountain. Down in
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mandolins in the moonlight. Mandolins in the moonlight!. See what magic you start?. A song of Italy sings. In perfect tune with the strings of my heart! We won't be tossin' coins in the fountain. Down in
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, resounding from the lyre's strings?. A cry rang on in the sibilant winds. A behest, the outcry of the cranes
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I wake up every morning with a smile on my face. Everything in its place as it should be. I start out every morning just as free as the breeze. My cares upon the shelf. Because I find myself with
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getting weak. The tile is cold, I can barely speak. And I think she's gone, but I'll be sure for safety's keeping If you say no, then no it will be. I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings
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men share a joke. I run to grasp divining signs. To satisfy the hoax. The yellow jester does not play. But gently pulls the strings. And smiles as the puppets dance. In the court of the crimson king.
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Bài hát Broken Strings (Acoustic Version) - James Morrison. Let me hold you . For the last time . It's the last chance to feel again . But you broke me . Now I can't feel anything . When I love you
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About to give rise. Like the sun never could. More often not we've been warned. Albeit, I got a taste of regret Save these strings of color. They threatened, it's too magical. That you still
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down. Lay down the song you strum. And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings. No voice can hope to hum Struck by the sounds before the sun. I knew the night
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mould, buy all you've sold,. confidence lost, pay for the cost. Choose your way, realising our mission,. figures lay, pulling strings for position. Take your bows, hear the people are calling. Play
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(Troubadour troubadour troubadour). The troubadour the troubadour sings from his heart. The song that's the hit of the show. Watch him sing and play the strings of his guitar alone in the bright
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(Troubadour troubadour troubadour). The troubadour the troubadour sings from his heart. The song that's the hit of the show. Watch him sing and play the strings of his guitar alone in the bright
