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One Sunday mornin'. A-we went walkin'. Down by, the old graveyard. The mornin' fog. I looked into. A-yeah, those mystic eyes. Her mystic eyes. Mystic eyes. Mystic eyes. Mystic, eyes. Mystic
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for moderns. Moods for moderns Though we may never be the same again. I am so proud that you've been taken in vain What if none of your dreams come true?. I can never run from you. There's never
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Have you seen the mystic queen. Riding in her limousine?. Over hills and over dales 'til morning If you like I'll take you there. We'll find some colors you can wear. Color that you've only seen
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Have you seen the Mystic Queen. Riding in her limousine. Over hills and dales 'til morning. If you like I'll take you there. Find some colours you can wear. Colour that you've only seen while
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calm after the storm I wish to stay forever, letting this be my food. Oh, but I'm caught up in a whirlwind. And my ever changing moods, yeah Bitter turns to sugar, some call a passive tune. But the
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. And we are not alone Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts. And carry them away. Mysteries of night escape the light of day. Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights. Primitive things stir. The
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words. We were born before the wind, thank you very much. Also younger than the sun. And the bonnie boat was won. As we sailed into the mystic. Hark, now hear the sailors cry. Smell the sea and feel
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. And we are not alone. . Mystic rhythms. Capture my thoughts. Carry them away. Mysteries of night escape the light of day. Mystic rhythms. Under northern lights. Or the African sun. Primitive
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). . Chorus. Mystic Rhyming. Don't let em miss, miss guide you. They'll have you actin like the sun don't shine. And the sky ain't never blue. But you know and I know it's all about survival. This
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goodbye. No ones gonna worry. Notice when I'm gone. No they won't know I'm missin'. 'Till they pull me out the mystic. ♪. I bet nobody can remember. What color eyes are on my face. I'm a freak, I'm a
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cry. He's the mystic on the mystic mile I had a dream of colors. And a world in a disarray. Someone peekin' 'round the corner. But I couldn't see his face But he could see into my future. About my
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. That they kiss the sky above And when I get that lonesome feelin'. And I'm miles away from home. I hear the voice of the mystic mountains. Callin' me back home So take me back to the black hills. The
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calm after the storm I wish to stay forever, letting this be my food. Oh, but I'm caught up in a whirlwind. And my ever changing moods, yeah Bitter turns to sugar, some call a passive tune. But the
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There's a natural mystic blowing through the air; . If you listen carefully now you will hear. . This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last . Many more will have to suffer, . Many
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. The grass jumped through the rain. Reach to the rain. Tears of mystic rain in the air. . She had tears in her eyes. The skies turned to gray. Melt away. Shining streaks in rain that day
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to the mystery of the mystery Men will seek the mystic realms of the mystery. But their silent halls reveal not a sound. Many men will give their lives just to try to find. The answer to a mystery
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to the mystery of the mystery Men will seek the mystic realms of the mystery. But their silent halls reveal not a sound. Many men will give their lives just to try to find. The answer to a mystery
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repair. Summoned here, and all must see the hypocrisy. Peel back the face, the sorry mind, a vacant space. Born deprived, the moods expired in reality A fantasy, based on harmony. A victim released
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fully out of this world. You and me let’s marry in the space station. (Mystical messages). Mystic clue of this puzzle. (Mystical Messenger). It’s too dangerous, don’t come close. You think I am crazy. My
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Song Vienna - Russell Watson, Caroline Dale,. We walked in the cold air. Freezing breath on a window pane. Lying and waiting. A man in the dark in a picture frame. So mystic and soulful. A voice
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In the houses of the holy. To the middle of the mystic sea. At the cradle of the world. Ooh ooh yea There's a black cat screamin'. And it's not even midnight, no. At the cradle of the world
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Bài hát The Luck You Got - The High Strung. Think of all the luck you got. Know that it's not for naught. You were beaming once before. But it's not like that anymore. Count all the moods you've
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