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Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin. Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in. Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove. Dance me to the end of love. Dance me t
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Songwriters COHEN, LEONARD / ROBINSON, SHARON. The ponies run, the girls are young,. The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it's done ̈c. Your little winning streak. And summoned now
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tiFamous Blue Raincoat. arLeonard Cohen. al. offset500. Leonard Cohen. Famous Blue Raincoat. Leonard Cohen Leonard Cohen. It's four in the morning, the end of December. I'm writing you now just
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ti. ar. al. I asked my father,. I said, Father change my name. The one I'm using now it's covered up. with fear and filth and cowardice and shame. Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lov
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tiwaiting for the miracle. arleonard cohen . alThe Future. Baby, I've been waiting,. I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time,. I waited half my life away. There were lots of
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Say a prayer for the cowboy. His mare's run away. And he'll walk til he finds her. His darling, his stray. But the river's in flood. And the roads are awash. And the bridges break up. In the panic of
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One by one the guests arrive. The guests are coming through. The open-hearted many. The broken-hearted few. And no one knows where the night is going. And no one knows why the wine is flowing. Oh love
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tiwaiting for the miracle. arleonard cohen . alThe Future. Baby, I've been waiting,. I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time,. I waited half my life away. There were lots of
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tithe future. arleonard cohen . alThe Future. Give me back my broken night. my mirrored room, my secret life. it's lonely here,. there's no one left to torture. Give me absolute control. over every
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ticlosing time. arleonard cohen . alThe Future. Ah we're drinking and we're dancing. and the band is really happening. and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high. And my very sweet companion. she's
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You were the promise at dawn and I was the morning after. You were Jesus Christ, my Lord, I was the money lender. You were the sensitive woman, I was the very reverend freud. You were the manual or
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lgEnglish. alN/A. arLeonard Cohen. tiBird On The Wire. Leonard Cohen - Bird On the Wire. Like a bird on the wire,like a drunk in a midnight choir. I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm (fish
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