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. To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand. The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel. In the court of the crimson king. On soft grey mornings widows cry. The wise
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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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. On an evening in Roma. Do they take 'em for espresso. Yeah, I guess so. On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew. On an evning in Roma. Though there's grining and mandolining in sunny Italy. The
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an evening in Roma Do they take 'em for Espresso. Yeah, I guess so. On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew. On an evening in Roma Though there's grinning and mandolining. In sunny Italy. The
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take leads to the Bastille. Opa, opa deedeeda. And all their lies about Roma. . You love our music but you hate our guts. And I know you still want me to ride the back of the bus. Yeah yeah yeah
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be Ever just the same Ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure The sun will rise Ever just the same And ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure As the sun will rise Tell as old
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point the author made. And after the closing lines,. And after the curtain calls,. The curtain falls. On empty chairs,. Where's the orchestra?
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point the author made. And after the closing lines,. And after the curtain calls,. The curtain falls. On empty chairs,. Where's the orchestra?
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live bleeding fingers. Broken guitar strings. . You are my Prince Charming. Draped in velvet robes. Of all that's alarming. Raw and exposed. . Shattered nerves. Itchy skin. Dirty words. And
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. And down by the shore, an orchestra`s playing. And even the palms seem to be swaying. When they begin the beguine To live it again is past all endeavor. Except when that tune clutches my heart. And
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! Went the strings of my heart Your eyes made skies seem blue again. What else could I do again. But keep repeating through and through. "I love you, love you" I still recall the thrill, guess I always
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like the Atlantic and I'm going down like the titanic. Eyes blue like the Atlantic and I'm going down like the titanic. It wasn't all romantic. Stay hungry, stay foolish. It was their farewell message as
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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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Never could carry a tune. Never knew where to start. You came along when everything was wrong. And put a song in my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody. It haunted me from the
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Never could carry a tune. Never knew where to start. You came along when everything was wrong. And put a song in my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody. It haunted me from the
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. . I shake. For the reeking flesh. Is as romantic as hell. . The need. To have seen it all. The voyeurof utter destruction. As beauty. . And i shake. . Worm, the pain and blade. Turn and turn
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. . I shake. For the reeking flesh. Is as romantic as hell. . The need. To have seen it all. The voyeurof utter destruction. As beauty. . And i shake. . Worm, the pain and blade. Turn and turn
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. . I shake. For the reeking flesh. Is as romantic as hell. . The need. To have seen it all. The voyeurof utter destruction. As beauty. . And i shake. . Worm, the pain and blade. Turn and turn
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. And down by the shore an orchestra's playing. And even the palms seem to be swaying. When they begin the beguine To live it again is past all endeavor. Except when that tune clutches my heart. 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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. 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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Moonlight Cocktail. Glenn Miller & his Orchestra. Words by Kim Gannon. Music by Lucky Roberts #1 from week of February 28, 1942 to week of May 2, 1942 Couple of jiggers of moonlight and add a star
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It's raining in my head. But no tears come down. And I'm dreaming of you. Until sleep comes around. Sleep comes down sleep comes down. Sleep comes down sleep comes down. The orchestra's playing
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It's raining in my head. But no tears come down. And I'm dreaming of you. Until sleep comes around. Sleep comes down sleep comes down. Sleep comes down sleep comes down. The orchestra's playing
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bloody thorn Skating bullets on angel dust. In a dead sea of fluid mercury. Baby piano cries. Under your heavy index and thumb. Pull some strings let them sing The stars that shine and the stars that
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Did they never tell you 'bout it baby. Did they never say it's tough. Are you never going to give up on that. Big romantic stuff That French song playing on the radio at noon. The singer's name
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life, strangles don, and hurls him down a flight of steps, regains control of the steinway and finishes out the show. The orchestra. ) (instrumental)
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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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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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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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I've never met you, yet never doubt you. I can't forget you, I've thought Incomprehensible. I know your profile and I know the way you kiss. Just the thing I miss on a night like this If dreams
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highway. And travel each bend in the road,. People who meet in this romantic setting. Are so hypnotized by the lovely. . Evening summer breeze,. Warbling of a meadowlark,. Moonlight in Vermont
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Song The Fall - Electric Light Orchestra. I see the early glow, I hear you say hello. I watch the shadows fall, I don't see you at all. It's a lie (I don't believe it's so), it's a lie. I see the
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I know it's out of fashion. And a trifle uncool. But I can't help it. I'm a romantic fool. It's a habit of mine. To watch the sun go down. On
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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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stars, and down by the shore an orchestra's playing. . Even the palms seem to be swaying, when they begin the beguine. . To live it again is past all endeavor, except when that tune clutches my heart
