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I'm riding shotgun down the avalanche. Tumbling and falling down the avalanche So be quiet tonight the stars, shine bright. On this mountain of new fallen snow. But I will raise up my voice into
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out of town. When I heard the rose of Memhis boys that's when I left the ground. I can't go back to Storyville way down there by the sea. Till I can say I got the rose of Memphis coming home with me
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S. Colvin - J. Leventhal. . I'm riding shotgun down the avalanche. Tumbling and falling down the avalanche. . So be quiet tonight the stars. Shine bright. On this mountain of new fallen snow
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again, now tell me what you find. Cause I'm going out of frequency. Can anyone respond?. It's like an avalanche. I feel myself go under. Cause the weight of it's like hands around my neck. I never stood a
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'Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions. Are faded and gone No flower of her kindred. No rose bud is nigh. To reflect back her blushes. Or, give a sigh
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'Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions. Are faded and gone No flower of her kindred. No rose bud is nigh. To reflect back her blushes. Or, give a sigh
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Throughout the soft and timeless days of august. 'til now the shadows begin to grow much longer. The sunset's fire has deepened blood red. I give you this, the last rose of summer. . A token of
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feel numb She comes apart in the avalanche. Fades out like a dance, crawls back into bed. When it's over, when it's over, when it's over, it's over I watch the window and listen for the sound of cars
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Throughout the soft and timeless days of August. 'Til now the shadows begin to grow much longer. The sunset's fire has deepened blood red. I give you this, the last rose of summer A token of my
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Thomas Moore, Nina Simone. . 'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh. To reflect back
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. I'd turn back if I could, erase the pain if I could. But I'm an animal and I don't know if I can. Hey!!. Cause I'm the prodigal man of this avalanche. I'm going down, I'm going down, down. Hey!!!!. And
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1. There is no rose of such virtue. As is the rose that bare Jesu;. Alleluia. 2. For in this rose contained was. Heaven and earth in little space;. Res miranda. 3. By that rose we may well
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Georgia rose, Georgia rose. You're the most precious rose Dixie grows. Though it don't seem quite right. 'Cause your skin's dark as night I know you've heart full of light. To the good Lord above
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tender. Like petals falling apart. Speak once again of my love, my own Broken song, empty words I know. Still live in my heart all alone. For the moonlit pass by the Alamo. And Rose, my Rose of San
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. Your veil is lifting. And we can see right through your suit of tears. You don't own us. Can't control us. Avalanche. Avalanche. Every face a stepping stone. At the top's a throne of bones. Your
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The summer days are ending in the valley. And now the time has come when we must be apart. But like the rose that comes back with the springtime. You will return to bring the summer to my heart
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thorns of a black rose. . A dream of two hearts as one almost came to be true. But what could have been love was destroyed by the wickedness that lives. Inside you
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Song San Antonio Rose(Live) - Patsy Cline. Deep within my heart. Lies a melody,. A song of old san antone,. Where in dreams I live. With a memory,. Beneath the stars all alone. . Well, it was
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the blue up above. And that moonlit pass beside the Alamo and rose my Rose of San Antone. Moon and all your splendor knows only my heart. Call back my Rose Rose of San Antone. Lips so sweet and
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the blue up above. And that moonlit pass beside the Alamo and rose my Rose of San Antone. Moon and all your splendor knows only my heart. Call back my Rose Rose of San Antone. Lips so sweet and
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Though you may be pure of heart. And free of sin. An' though you have been chosen. To begin. An' yet you must be worthy of. The prophecy. But seek and you shall find. Your destiny Loneliness
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the blue up above. A moonlit path that only she would know. Still hears my broken song of love. . Moon in all your splendor knows only my heart. Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone. Lips so
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Song San Antonio Rose(Live (1961 Cimarron Ballroom)) - Patsy Cline. Deep within my heart. Lies a melody,. A song of old san antone,. Where in dreams I live. With a memory,. Beneath the stars all
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of fruit tumbled out. I barely had the chance to shout. O strawberry avalanche, crash over me. . Staying awake that night. Was rather hard. Deep in a sleeping bag in your backyard. When we woke
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She was brought into this world. Out of a beautiful mistake. When her mom was just a girl. And her daddy didn't stay. She was working at age 9. At the flower shop in town. Working not just to
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that I would never say goodbye. If you speak of me just by chance. Or hear me calling through your next romance I am the thorn that wants to be the closest to the rose you are. Kind of blue, be
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Is she really going out with him? I got a feeling inside of me. It's kind of strange like a stormy sea. I don't know why, I don't know why. I guess these things have got to be I gotta new rose, I
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SAN ANTONIO ROSE. WRITER BOB WILLS. . Deep within my heart lies a melody, A song of old San An - tone. Where in dreams I live with a memory, Beneath the stars all alone. It was there I found
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don't gotta be the one, no. I just wanna bе one of your girls tonight. We don't gotta be in love, no. I don't gotta be the one, no. I just wanna be one of your girls tonight, oh. Verse 2 Lily-Rose Depp
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you. Hey Rose, you're finer than you know. Why hang around with clothes of another name. Hair so dyed she lost too much inside. Ain't nothing left to hide in the game. Hey Rose, how do you laugh in your
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tiThe Rose. ar. al-C'est la vie. The Rose. Some say love. It is a river. That drowns tender reed. Some say love. It is a razor. That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love. It is a hunger,. That
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Song Me And The Wildwood Rose - Carlene Carter. In my Grandma's house her children would sing. Guitars a twangin' and their laughter would ring. I was little but I was the biggest kid. I wanted to
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is a flower,. And you it's only seed. It's the heart, afraid of breaking,. That never learns to dance. It's the dream, afraid of waking,. That never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be
