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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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. 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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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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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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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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, 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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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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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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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
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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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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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. 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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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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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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Let me step inside these shoes. Trip awhile of the blues. Pull these strings on my hands. Playin' time with the band. I'll tie you up in a ribbon of tune. And sing a song that will send you
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the harp. The plaice play the bass. And they soundin' sharp. The bass play the brass. The chub play the tub. The fluke is the duke of soul. (Yeah). The ray he can play. The lings on the strings
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circumstance. The puppeteer would pull his strings. And we would sing and dance. As the cardboard empire fell. . Stone Age Neros sat behind their desks of steel. Trading paper clips. Of our empire there
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he'd go Well now that papa's gone away it's hanging by the flue. The top of it's rusted and the strings are rusty too. It won't ever sound the way that it did when it was new. When papa played the
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he'd go Well now that papa's gone away it's hanging by the flue. The top of it's rusted and the strings are rusty too. It won't ever sound the way that it did when it was new. When papa played the
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pays to raise the roof!. . Cut the strings and set the table. Gather roses on your way. Welcome to our Tower of Babel. Learn the language, come what may. . Spare me how the wind is blowing. If
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. I'm gonna marry that guy someday If you want to know why I love him so. Then you ought to come and hear him play. From the dawn to the sunset. He keeps a-strumming on his banjo strings He's the
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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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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me . . We didn't have a doctor cause he couldn't pay the fee . . But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery . . Papa played the dobro this a way
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they soundin' sharp. The bass play the brass. The chub play the tub. The fluke is the duke of soul (Yeah). The ray he can play. The lings on the strings. The trout rockin' out. The blackfish she sings
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strings. The trout rockin' out. The blackfish she sings. The smelt and the sprat. They know where it's at. An' oh that blowfish blow. Under the sea. Under the sea. When the sardine. Begin the beguine. It's
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strings. The song that she sings for the town. I love to look up at the clouds in her hair. She's learned to wear like a crown. . If you've been a rover. Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
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strings. The song that she sings for the town. I love to look up at the clouds in her hair. She's learned to wear like a crown. . If you've been a rover. Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
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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
