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killing clowns, the blood money men. Are shooting those Washington bullets again As every cell in Chile will tell. The cries of the tortured men. Remember Allende and the days before. Before the army
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Eight years of peace and prosperity. Scandal in the White House. An election is what we need. From coast-to-coast to Washington So America voted on a president. No one kept count. On how the
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Song The Storm - A Canorous Quintet. Misty shadows grips the heart. Souls reunite in order of chaos. (*) Wnite knights guards the treasures of dreams. In the centre of the storm a man is to emerge
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Song Selfdeceiver (The Purest Of Hate) - A Canorous Quintet. Dusk has come to pass. The irreversible darkness surrounds us. Scared away from the light. No mercy will be shown. Your blood will flow
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Song Land Of The Lost - A Canorous Quintet. Riding the winds. Across tne raging seas. To reach the kings in the land of the lost. A turbulent sea winds of cold. Reaching the harbour, they are safe
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Song The Complete Emptiness - A Canorous Quintet. No hope, no cure. No destination anymore. So empty yet complete. I've seen it all before. A gleam of light revealed. But always out of reach. I was
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Eight years of peace and prosperity. Scandal in the White House. An election is what we need. From coast-to-coast to Washington. . So America voted on a president. No one kept count. On how
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You lived on Vine Street. I lived at home. The music was all that we had of our own. No satisfaction, no dance in my car. But I had the keys to the world in my beat up guitar With my beat up
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-tune guitar. . So many friends. So many friends. So many friends. . Dearly beloved. We're all here tonight. For a similar reason. Fighting the good fight
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includes part of the leather conversation Guitar solo from Inca Roads. Hammersmith Odeon, London. February 19, 1979. engineer Mick Glossop FZ lead guitar. Warren Cuccurullo rhythm guitar. Denny
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I sold my piano. It couldn't come with me. I locked up my bedroom. And I walked out into the air. When nothing I needed. Is left there behind me. I walk out through the shadows. Of Washington
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train around the city. That holds this as our fate. I'd hide from electro-circuit central. To the shock inducer gate Not forgetting the by-pass. Across the Washington hooks. Through the phones and
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this as our fate. I'd hide from electro-circuit central. To the shock inducer gate Not forgetting the by-pass. Across the Washington hooks. Through the phones and desks and screens. Of the Kremlin's
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Song Red - A Canorous Quintet. Trust! The blind man leads the way. A burnt out candle in the hand. Chasing for eternity nevermore. Pleased witn being lost forever. The touch on your face, it's lost
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you got. I tell the truth; I lie a lot. Come on and stay. Come on and start. I know the way. I know it's the hardest part. . You have always got a smile beneath your sneer. Even when I'm coming
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tiRed Guitar. arKris Allen. alKris Allen. Kris Allen - Red Guitar. It may not be the best one. It may not be like the rest of 'em. But she makes it sound so sweet. The melodies she makes it's saying
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Song The Guitar Song - Jamey Johnson, Bill Anderson. I'm just an old guitar in the pawn shop down on the corner. And I'm waitin' for somebody to come by and play me now and then. My strings are
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Song Realm Of Rain - A Canorous Quintet. Wnite knights guards the treasures of dreams. In the centre of the storm a man is to emerge. To find the pleasure beyond the lost horizon. Now hidden beyond
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-Chorus variation 2. Everybody told me you can't get far. On thirty-seven dollars and a Jap guitar. chorus 2. Now I'm smokin' into Texas with the hammer down. And a rockin' little combo from the Guitar
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Bài hát (Dance With The) Guitar Man - Duane Eddy. Hey, everybody. Come along if you can. We're gonna take a ride uptown. And listen to the guitar man. Then we're gonna dance. Yeah dance. C'mon and
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Bài hát While My Guitar Gently Weeps - The Jeff Healey Band. I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping . While my guitar gently weeps . I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
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includes a quote from the Mystery Rehearsal Piece and part of the leather conversation Guitar solo from Inca Roads. Hammersmith Odeon, London. February 17, 1979. engineer Mick Glossop FZ lead
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I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping. While my guitar gently weeps. I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping. Still my guitar gently weeps. I don't know why nobody told you
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. The life I'm losing, the love I'll regret. No sheets, no pillows to make up by bed Upon the toilet I think very hard. Love's in the tune of my Spanish guitar. And we're together now, harmony's been
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heroin. . Better real live bleeding fingers. Broken guitar strings. . I climbed all the way inside. Your tragedy. I got behind. The majesty. . Of the different shapes. In every note. The
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I got myself a bad lover. His name is Johnny Guitar. Lookout Go for it Johnny. All night long. Go for it Johnny. That's where I'm coming from My fingers roll his body. Making him scream. And
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Bovine. He was a flat top guitar pickin' friend of mine. And now I'm sittin' home just countin' the stars. I got close but no guitar I got close but no guitar, she was a shooting star. Who ran off with
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Now if I owned the Aladdin's lamp. I'd make all your dreams come true. 'Cause nothing in the world. Could make me love you more than I do And if I owned a magic clock. Then I'd keep our love
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Now if I owned the Aladdin's lamp. I'd make all your dreams come true. 'Cause nothing in the world. Could make me love you more than I do And if I owned a magic clock. Then I'd keep our love
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Billy Bovine. He was a flat top guitar pickin' friend o' mine. And now I'm just sittin' home just countin' the stars. I got close but no guitar. . I got close but no guitar. She was a shooting star
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Billy Bovine. He was a flat top guitar pickin' friend o' mine. And now I'm just sittin' home just countin' the stars. I got close but no guitar. . I got close but no guitar. She was a shooting star
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crawled past the garbage. And your mama jumps out screamin'. Dont come back no more! I cant take it. My guitar wants to kill your mama. My guitar wants to kill your mama. My guitar wants to burn your
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Bài hát Spanish Guitar - Gary Moore, Phil Lynott. As I sit here and play. My spanish guitar. Underneath the stars,. It passes the time away. Each note I play. Is a memory of Spain,. The melodies they
