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Histories are held within your heart, so let it go. Open all the doors around your eyes and let us know. Certain keys are held within your hand, so let it show Bring us closer to the flame, bring
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It's taken everything. Everything I got and it's hung me on the line. Water rising up over me. And I think I'm gonna die, think I'm gonna die I told a lie that's what I said. I told the one you
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Don't you try to find me any more, I want to stay. Outside of your world this time you've thrown it all away That was one mistake I never thought you'd make. Once you walk the path that has no end
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When you walked into the room. Never seen your face up here. On the ground with all that crawls. To your head before the dawn Now I'm caught between and tired of all this pain. Holds you under
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Alice said to come on in now it's time for bed. The hour's quite late I need a nap to clear my head. And later, down, the pillow softly calls to me. . I've never sent down, bounced all around
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All these dyin' days. I walk the ghost town. Used to be my city. I seen a holy man. Seen him cryin' with the Mother Mary. All these dyin' days Yes it's too late. This life isn't mine. Lord
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A dog hides in the night. Don't know wrong from right. A dog hides from the heat. I need sugar sweet, I need some. But she says I'm going to ruin my mind. . Something's gone wrong inside. I'm
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If you wanna get to heaven let me tell you how. Keep your hand on the gospel plow, hold on, hold on, hold on. Mary had a golden chain. Every link spelled Jesus' name, hold on, hold on, hold on
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Bài hát Screaming At The Setting Sun - Pete Yorn. Oh I can't stand what I'm seeing. And I can't get away from this feeling. And I've been screamin' at the top of my lungs. Screamin' at the setting
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There is unrest in the forest. There is trouble with the trees. For the Maples want more sunlight. And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples. (And they're quite convinced
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There is unrest in the forest. There is trouble with the trees. For the Maples want more sunlight. And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples. (And they're quite convinced
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Count the miles before they pass you by. Shadow of the sun has crossed the sky. Fill your head with everything you find. . Beyond this horizon. Beyond this horizon. Beyond this horizon
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Bite the thorn that pierce the skin. Come back down to earth again. The cold is creeping deep inside. You disconnect the telephone line Gotta get away. Gotta get away. Get away. Gotta get away
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She wears a halo of ashes. Specter on the wind. Waits on me so patiently. I no longer can pretend. . Sky lies a thousand mile below. Stars shine and the moon is clear. With nothing I can only
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On a day so long ago, now no one can remember. There's a change this too will pass and vanish in the haze. This is moving too far under the skin of your sight. Ocean of confusion took me back to
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Nowhere is the soul I felt. Now I've lost my way. Nowhere is the place I've been. Promise not to stay How it was and always is. Sometimes it never will begin And it won't take very long, if you
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Her ghost hides in my mind in the night. In a way she's haunting me. I'm wanting her still Through rose colored skies. Or blue, blue moonlight, and miracles. I'm high as she's walking by And when
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I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound. Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves &. No-one saw us but the trees. . Yeah, the trees, those useless
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I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound. Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves &. No-one saw us but the trees. . Yeah, the trees, those useless
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dreamless night. Long before we arise Howling in the fields. (Can you wake me?). Unconquered and unreal. (Can you wake me?) I'm crawling deep inside. (Can you wake me?). I'm drifting with the tide
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Winter's setting in again. And it feels. Like the end is near. Sensless sense and I'm alone. Watchin' the seconds. Passin' by. Come January I swear this world. Won't be the one. That we once
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Take a minute just to breathe. Take a minute 'till I'm wide awake. I'm searching' once again. And the sun has left the sky And you're on my mind. And you're on my mind Take a second to believe
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instead There's something about today, I can't explain War from sea to oily sea. Waves have washed home their disease. All the miles couldn't make it change. I might know tomorrow, not today Chased by
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Lying in the quiet darkness. Getting high alone. Pictures shifting out of focus. Not as far to go. . Eyes to the sun. One more blind. Secret kind. . Yesterday is twice removed. Tomorrow's
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screaming day. Who asks to live with you and me in any way. Sun is going up. I feel the beams on my head. The birds are whistling good morning. Near and far. You can hear the sound. The sound of a
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bombing laid to waste. Throned inside a death mask Holy Cross embedded in your tomb. Casualties are buried through your mind. Certain death is screaming from the sky I live to destroy below. Hunted
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While passing through the clouds of diamond dust. As two mock suns arise beside our one. The sun dogs guide the way towards the east. And set behind the valley of calm trees The destination
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Bible is true. No picture or painting can capture the beauty of any of these. The handwork of God is revealed in the flowers the sunset the trees
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There is unrest in the forest,. There is trouble with the trees,. For the maples want more sunlight. And the oaks ignore their pleas. . The trouble with the maples,. (And they're quite
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-bombing laid to waste. Throwned inside a death mask. Holy cross embedded in your tomb. Casualties are buried through your mind. Certain death is screaming from the sky. I live to destroy below. Hunted
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-bombing laid to waste. Throwned inside a death mask. Holy cross embedded in your tomb. Casualties are buried through your mind. Certain death is screaming from the sky. I live to destroy below. Hunted
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The hour is ending, can't you see. There is no way now, to get free. In the shadow of the season. Without a reason, to carry on. Without a reason, without a reason. . And from the north woods
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Is true love a trip to Chinatown. Or being held in one's opium gaze. Under the peach trees. There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through Bryant park. Or being held in the month of May
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. . Always takin' baby out that's O. K. What they're givin' maybe it's out of phase with me. Told you once you're never gonna win the race. Same old no tomorrow kicked in the face. . We are screaming for
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