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Sons of the thief, sons of the saint. Who is the child with no complaint. Sons of the great or sons unknown. All were children like your own. The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears. The cries
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Song Thing To Do - The Sons Of Champlin. Listen to me baby. Listen to what I’ve got to say. You keep messin’ with another man. Gonna get it someday. Ain’t the thing to do. Listen to me baby. Listen
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Song Rooftop - The Sons Of Champlin. I got one thing to say to the Fool on the Hill. You’re gonna feel funny on a rooftop. The man just bought your hill, tomorrow the hammers and the drills. They’re
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brothers . . Sons of the gods today we shall die . Open Valhalla's door . Let the battle begin with swords in the wind . Hail Gods of War . . Solo . . Sons of Odin we for . By the hammer of Thor . Ride
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Song 1982-a - The Sons Of Champlin. Can you feel it coming?. It’s gonna set you back on your heels. It’s gonna sound like humming. And you’ll believe in how good it feels. And we’ll all be making
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Song Get High - The Sons Of Champlin. Can you see the sun at midnight in the morning?. Isn’t it bright?. And there is no one who’s giving you the warning. You’ll be all right. Just go ahead and get
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Song Black And Blue Rainbow - The Sons Of Champlin. Who wants to see. A black and blue rainbow?. Not you or me. But there are things we should know. There’s a reason for everything. And a season for
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Song Misery Isn'T Free - The Sons Of Champlin. I think I know what I’m doing but I haven’t been doing it right. It seems like every time I turn around I find myself feeling uptight. But every once in
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Song Hello Sunlight - The Sons Of Champlin. Hello sunlight. Come in sunlight. Look into my soul. Before I die I want the sky. To shoot down into me. I’m just lookin’. To be took in. To what I forgot
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Song Cowboy Night Herd Song - Roy Rogers, Sons Of The Pioneers. On night guard, I’m a ridin’. ‘Round a thousand bedded steers. And tonight my thoughts are slidin’. Down the trail of distant years
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Song Everywhere - The Sons Of Champlin. Ain’t got time to be pretty. I’m much too nitty-gritty. To be cool, calm and collected. I live my life my way. Feel good most every day. But I’m not too well
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Song Don'T Fight It, Do It - The Sons Of Champlin. If you feel it blowin’. Don’t bother ‘bout it showin’. In your eyes for the rest of your life. It’s in your soul it’s our bowl. It’s all one and the
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something here it's something warm. Something cuts and scars inside tonight. . Sons of pioneers are hungry men. . Every voice I hear sounds so familiar. Every song I know. Still there's been no change
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ar Mumford & Sons. ti Whispers In The Dark. al Babel Deluxe Ed. offset 0018. Artist Mumford and sons. Title Wishpers in the dark . Album Babel. You hold your truth so purely. Swerve not through the
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Day is dawning. Almost sounded like a warning. Wind was rushing through the trees almost falling. I never thought that I'd become. The proud father of my three sons. . Years of fragment
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And in the middle of the night. I may watch you go. There'll be no value in the strength. Of walls that I have grown. There'll be no comfort in the shade. Of the shadows thrown. But I'd be yours if
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filled. With the constant drone of the unfulfilled. But we'll never fall if we stand for something. We stand for something, yeah Yeah, we are the long forgotten sons. And daughters that don't belong to
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holds my eyes too bright. I can't see the others in my life. Were we too young. Our heads too strong. To bear the weight of these lover's eyes. 'Cause I feel numb beneath your tongue. Beneath the curse of
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We've taken care of everything. The words you hear, the songs you sing. The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one. We work together, common sons. Never need to
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neighbor ain`t so rotten. 0219. 91. 0221. 21Someday we`ll learn to love. 0226. 09. 0357. 00It just takes a match to start a little fire. 0359. 73. 0400. 96It`s not as bright . 0402. 14as the light of the
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,. To field where he fell. Barrows he fears less than a single farewell. Why kneels a man,. On ruins of one throne,. When blood of her sons did build it alone. . First to reave, blood cleanse the
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There's only one we've all fought for. Give us your grace. We're the eager sons you bear and eat. with skies on your face. In all the flesh the craving lives for the embrace. of our cruel mother
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work together, common sons. Never need to wonder how or why. . We are the priests. Of the temples of syrinx. Our great computers. Fill the hollowed halls. We are the priests. Of the temples of
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