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. But you're nothing short of a miracle. Feeble, tiny hands bound for greatness. You will rise and fall like the rest of us. Love will keep you up, and always be the crutch. That will see you through
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soul. And left you out to dry. Stop Now, you're home free at last. And the cracking whip. That howled. And scarred your back. Has stopped. Ooh it stopped Ooh baby 2x. Love baby. Your, your only
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At night. When it's quiet. And the waves come rolling in. The merchant ships light. Paints the dark. As we sing hymns To one who is great. Whom by words cannot be seen. When all left is love
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The road is pulling me into her open where. And for a moment I escape and I forget. The silhouettes behind the dust clouds call me friend. But even fools know here theyre far a few between. She
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No, never again will your walls. Be left abandoned by these hands. No, never again will I scale. The sleeping tower where your heart lays. Now, here we are my dear, this is where. You're walking
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I dont wanna be the only one round here. Everything Im sayings falling on deaf ear. Come to get you if you make another sound. Make you an example since youre crawling home. Anyone who listens
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were all someone else before. Leaving shadows on each others walls. Laughed and cried, and laughed and cried some more. So dont let this end. Dreamin of way back when. Dont break the spell. Im
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Turning the ground. I once used to know. People are strangers. Same as before. Streets look familiar. I remember the part. Where I buried my head. So deep in my hands This here city. Has fall
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Way down in a not-so-distant place. Your ghost is lingering still frames remembering the way we were. Way down see reflections in the well. A distant haunting bell resounding every time I touch
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Female reporter. Another night of rioting in England as police clash with youths in several. Cities. Male interviewer. You went to the stores that you had applied for a job at?. Male interviewee
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Bài hát Wasted Love - Steve Angello, Dougy (The Temper Trap). Verse 1. Danni was a young girl. But said that she had lived a hundred lives. Down the street from Old Town. In a cloud of smoke he
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A pretty picture paints a thousand words. I'll look at yours today. It's been a while, the dust has long set in. You still look the same So, where do we go from here?. Where do we go from here
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Yo, man, man, uhh Bitches ain't * and they ain't saying nothing. A hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothing. I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap. I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
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