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I'll throw you scraps and talk. The bad things. The language or the motive. Affected shown is. . Self imitating. Trust the dying breed. The pitch I made has been. . On my end I trust in
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more than me. Death can take me if I can't be free. I'm not like you, I'm a dying breed Round two, something you just don't wanna do. You're dancing with the devil if you wearing my shoes. You've got
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said, I still miss the scene and the dying breed, . but now I'd settle for some company. And there were things that I did, just so I could feel anything. But somewhere along, something went off, and I
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There's gonna be opposition. Ain't no way around it. But if you're looking for strong and steady. Well baby, you found it. We'll weather the coldest night. Baby, we're a dying breed. When everyone's
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you're gonna see a bad guy like me. I'm the last of the dying breed. Hope these words burn your brain. Find a place in your heart. Close my eyes and pray in the dark. Ask God what's the meaning
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ti. ar. al. DYING INSIDE. The Cranberries. BY D. V. Terrible thing. it WAS a terrible thing. To see her dying. It was a terrible thing. It was a terrible thing. to see her dying, inside. to see her
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Out of the night comes a timeless thing. Calm in simplicity. Whisper soft a seductive voice. Meant for the human ear. Down, down, down, I'm gonna take you down. That's when the dying calls If I
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Out. Of the night comes. A timeless thing. Calm. In simplicity. Soft. A seductive voice. Meant for the human ear. Down. Down. Down. I'm gonna take you. Down. That's when the dying calls
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ready now. For the harvest breed
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it's a new breed. a new breed of evil. conceived in the moonlight. breathing fire sweet fallen angel. delectable stranger. and if you don't know me. then show me infernal walls. your perfect
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Bài hát Live Like We're Dying (demo) - The Script. Sometimes we fall down and can't get back up,. We're hiding behind skin that's too tough,. How come we don't say I love you enough,. Till it's too
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tiHalf Breed. arShania Twain. al. My father married a Cherokee. My mother's people were ashamed of me. The Indian's said that I was white by law. The white man always called me Indian Squaw. Half
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to. If we don't care like we used to. What the hell are we dying for. If it doesn't cut like it used to. If you're not mine. And I'm not yours. What the hell are we dying for. I see it in the news. I
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Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa yeah. Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa yeah. Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa yeah. Ring the alarm, another sound is dying
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No one to follow. Nobody to care. I'll leave tomorrow. From my dying bed. I need you to hear my call. Silent weep. Dying moan. Change me. And fill the end with life. To catch we when I fall
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i should ran like hell but it must have been the whsikey talken thats wiy thay call you corn breed in alibama
