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Bài Hát Three Hours. Trình Bày Nick Drake. Three hours from sundown. Jeremy flies. Hoping to keep. The sun from his eyes. East from the city. And down to the cave. In search of a master. In search of
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After Hours. . Day time surrenders. And the shadows fall. You're cigarette lingers. You spent the night alone. With no one at all. . Another mellow mood. And the silence calls. Another
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Watching everybody leaving,. I tell myself, "Looks can be deceiving. ". Oh, I'm hoping that I'm not dead right. This after hours, afterlife. I'm not ready to die in style tonight. . Tried to
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me, only me, oh. Talk to me, without you, I can't breathe. My darkest hours. Girl, I felt so alone inside of this crowded room. Different girls on the floor, distracting my thoughts of you. I turned
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Thought I almost died in my dream again. Fightin' for my life, I couldn't breathe again. I'm fallin' in too deep. Without you, I can't sleep. ‘cause my heart belongs to you. I'll risk it all for you
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40 hours and counting. I shut my eyes and sleep here. Shut my eyes and sleep to dream Lately after dark I've been wandering through the park. With the angry words you said wandering through my head
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('lone), 'lone ('lone), alone. Why don't you stay?. Stay here after hours. I know you don't wanna leave. Stay here after hours. After hours, we can-. We ain't gotta check the time. Even when it ends, it's
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hours and hours Something's gotten hold of me. This home is not the home it used to be. I've gathered dust like the dying flowers. And I've drunk myself sober. After hours and hours After hours and
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After we love, we bathe in a glow. Remembering what happened a moment ago. Like after the rain, when the wind breezes a sigh. While it's resting on pillows of sky. Deep in your arms, it's
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I'm pulling my hair out. I can't get to sleep. The bed feels so empty. I can still smell you on me A moment in space. The look on your face when I said hello. You stagger to mine. You're still
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Another morning, such as ordinary day. She's doin' time from nine to five. The hours waste away. There's no escape, She's a part of the bog machine. She's a slave to the suit and tie. Seven days
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Another morning, such as ordinary day. She's doin' time from nine to five. The hours waste away. There's no escape, She's a part of the bog machine. She's a slave to the suit and tie. Seven days
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speak to anyone who knows. And I need four 50's and three yellow lemons. And someone to take me home And I'd forgotten the one who is sailing. On the water beside where you don't go. And it's strange
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Stealing happy hours. Stealing happy hours, yeah. Stealing happy hours. Stealing happy hours, yeah Wait on minute more to ask me. You make me feel like Hank Chinaski. War all the time, war all the time
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I picked the morning paper off the floor. It was full of other people's little wars. Wouldn't they like their peace. Don't we get bored And we call for the three great stimulants. Of the
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line and I'm actin a fool. Like a three o'clock bully, waitin after school. (Punks!) I've been in this line for hours. I even killed the time by helpin my man pass out fliers. Now all I wanna do is
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me forever. Just for those three days?. . You built a nest inside my soul. You rest your head on leaves of gold. You managed to crawl inside my brain. You found a hole and in you came. You sleep
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Verse 1. A cold beer's got twelve ounces. A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand. You only get so much until it's gone. Duracells in a Maglite. A needle drop on a forty-five. Are the kinda
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