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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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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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, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay. Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. . You try to shape the world to
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, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay. Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. . You try to shape the world to
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our John who's a father of three. . Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches. Only takes one match, to burn A thousand trees. A thousand trees. . You see it in the classroom. In the swimming
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Jah! Rastafarianism. Yes I, Ras Trent. Ba-da ding-ding-ding-ding whooaaaaa!. Who dem?. You no want test me champion sound. . Oh fire pon Babylon. And fire pon a batty boy. Rude boy living in
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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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, unfamiliar sands. Amongst the ice fog. A DC 8 awaits. Our means of travel. To visionary worlds. Let us imagine Down in the valley the calm trees. Are swaying in time. (We can't avert our eyes) Down in
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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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wind has learned my name. And it's tellin' me that things are not the same. In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze. There's a pleasin' sense of happiness for me. There is only one wish on
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Oh, the trees grow higher than the mountain. In the land of free love and goodbye. The rivers ever growin' the fish is flowin'. And the love lives in the sky In the night flies a team of white
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Started in the morning. My head was getting hazy. Couldn't keep my feet on the ground. She was makin' love to the. Mirror in the bathroom. Didn't hear me talkin' out loud. Bubblegum, lipstick
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(jack hues) Tall trees in a blue sky. Stand together don't ask why. Stretch up to the blue sky. Pierce that ceiling if you try. You say these feelings do not last. Well I am gonna prove you
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mystery of us. I use to think when you were gone. I would still hear voices in the halls I can feel the red rain on me. I can see you shaking when I kiss. You still hit me like a buzz. Seventeen and
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Bài hát Love In The 21st Century - Neon Trees . I don't believe in a life without consequences. Do you believe when I say that I’m not impressed?. You say I never, Ever, Ever, Ever wanna talk again
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Bài hát Love In The 21st Century - Neon Trees . I don't believe in a life without consequences. Do you believe when I say that I’m not impressed?. You say I never, Ever, Ever, Ever wanna talk again
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Bài hát Text Me In The Morning - Neon Trees. We danced a tango 'till our heads got dizzy. I felt your body heat a damsel in distress. My daddy warned me not to get so busy. And suddenly I'm watching
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Bài hát Text Me In The Morning - Neon Trees. We danced a tango 'till our heads got dizzy. I felt your body heat a damsel in distress. My daddy warned me not to get so busy. And suddenly I'm watching
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much longer? It seems to me, bitter trees, full of fleas. Summarily hold the branches. People we, falling leaves, watching thieves. Stealing keys, to our ranches I have faith in these desolate times
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. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I lose control. When I hear your body move. Through the walls. In the next room. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I lose control. When I hear your body move. And. I'm dying to break through. To the
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father of three Only takes one tree to make a thousand matches. Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees See it in the class room or the swimming pool. Where the match stick men are
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You can walk in the pine trees. You can sit down. You can hold the earth in your hands You can run from all this. You can go the long way. You can carry my weight the whole way down As the crow
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I'm finding out what love is all about. And everyday I flee when school is out. I see my baby I get weak in the knees. There's nothing shakin but the leaves on the trees. My daddy told me there'd
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the mountain, the flowers. The children and the deer, the deer. We all love each other. There’s a space for everyone in my heart. The trees! The trees! They sway!. And give oxygen everyday. (The trees
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ago now. I knelt at my mother's knee. And she said, "Son lift up your eyes to Him in the skies. And you'll grow like the mighty oaks. But you son, created in the image of God. Can become taller
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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bu waaa waniiinnn. . Wan nup ba waaa uup bo wan an awn. Wannn wannn. . Raranhnnn!. Ra raranhnnn!. 01 28. Like the wind, and the rain. It comes down ooohh wa and again!. . Like the wind, and
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I'm finding out what love is all about. And everyday I flee when school is out. I see my baby I get weak in the knees. There's nothing shakin but the leaves on the trees. My daddy told me there'd
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I'm finding out what love is all about. And every day at three when school lets out. I see my baby I get weak in the knees. There's nothin' shakin' but the leaves on the trees. Why must she be
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I'm finding out what love is all about. And every day at three when school lets out. I see my baby I get weak in the knees. There's nothin' shakin' but the leaves on the trees. Why must she be
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Song Roly Poly - Terence Trent D'Arby. Your dangerous charm and your. Glamorous arrogance thrilled me. In the melancholy winter time. (Uncle Bill please give me time) But this war of attrition
