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I'm leavin' to search for something new. Leavin' everything I ever knew. A hundred years in the sunshine. Hasn't taught me all there is to know A valley, we will gather there. Helpless in our surr
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Underground,. They want us to go underground. Underground,. They want us to go underground. You've got the right,. You've got the right to say what you think. You've got to fight,. 'cause they'
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Bird rise high from the cinders. Leave it all far behind. All the ruins and the fire Bird raise your head from the ashes. Many men lay dead. You can see them like I Phoenix rise. Raise your head
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Doctor can you help me please I'm laying on the floor. I need a glass of something like you gave me once before. I'll send my little messenger he'll bring the money to you. He'll slowly make his wa
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I thought I had been every place a man could be,. 'till I met a lady who brought me to my knees. The day I stop loving is the day that I die,. But now I'm running from her game 'cause the lady is a
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Was sat down by my fire. Hear a voice of desire. Want to be friends again. I keep tellin' you man, she's only a pain She don't fit in my scene. She don't fit in my world, no more. And the best ha
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Feeling light-headed as I caught her eye,. She was inviting as I passed her by. Losing all freedom,. I fell to the ground. She took me home later. And made me see why. When you look through a ha
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You shone out of the darkness. The light in your eyes. I could not help myself. I did not want to try. Like the singing of the lorelei. Your voice rang clear and true. Mystery and danger was all
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(M. Turner, A. Powell, T. Turner, S. Upton). Miles Music Sit by the river's edge, and watch the water flow,. Sunlight that touched your face, and told you not to go. Where, oh where, you search
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In a garden of the southland. He found her wandering astray. She came to show him of her beauty. That many passersby don't see Would you be taking in such frail looking lady?. The sadness of her l
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Breathing is a sin, they say. Loneliness is the price to pay. Sad for you, I go once more. I'll dry my eyes on a distant shore No way of freezing your rising tide. No way of keeping you by my side
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