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take these days. Over any other days I've ever known. Oh your sweet ways make these sweet days. Feel like home. . Man I've chased some crazy dreams. Reaching for that big brass ring. Bitter
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local record shop. Hearing noises we were destined to remember. We willed the thrill to never stop May sweet memories of friends from the past. Always come to you, when you look for them. And your
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the door. Homemade music, where did all the good songs go? First there were records, then cassettes and cd's. Managers and lawyers, then came the Japanese. But homemade music still making sense to me
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the door. Homemade music, where did all the good songs go? First there were records, then cassettes and cd's. Managers and lawyers, then came the Japanese. But homemade music still making sense to me
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force of nature. Rising like the moon and so I just can't stop She give me hard for days. Hard for days. She give me hard for days. With her awful ways. I can operate I'm addicted to your mind and
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. And ooh, he makes 'em sigh. Then he rides away on a horse he calls Music. With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye Now he rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman. For not too much money, and way
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Japanese girls living in a land so far and lovely. Japanese girls they have set my soul on fire. Japanese girls they're always in my mind. And carry on, carry on, carry on. Chorus. Japanese girls
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Used to be the trouble maker. Hated homework, was a sweet heart breaker. But now I have my dream. I'm so rowdy for eighteen Never read a single book. Hated homework and the dirty looks. But now
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can’t forget. Down with history, up with your head. For sweet tomorrow, she never fell from grace. We might still know sorrow but we got better days. I seen better ways, some won’t believe. But I don’t
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. They make the music that we play. Sound oh so sweet. And my mother always made me eat broccoli. And now look at me. I'm as strong as can be. So put some spice in my sauce. Honey in my tea. An ace
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where did all the good songs go. . First there were records then cassettes and cds. Managers and lawyers then came the japanese. But homemade music still making sense to me. (sense to me, sense to me
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. Tryin' to find another way to survive New music, new music, new music. Sweet music can lighten us. Can brighten the world, can save us, oh, oh, oh My friend said well, I think I found a way. To help
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tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come. Or that train to come roarin' 'round the bend. I got a new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose. And a woman I can call my friend These are better days, baby
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. In this room, music, I do for you I hear a drum roll as we lay, oh. When you grace my stage I can't find the words to say, except. Music must be, must be a woman, oh. You're my anthem, you're the
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we'd know in those days. And everybody got to fall in love. With every movie made for us. God, I couldn't get enough of those days. Verse 2. Remember every poster we had hangin' on the wall?. Remember
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Do you like good music. That sweet soul music. Just as long as it's swingin'. Oh yeah, oh yeah Out here on the floor now. We're going to a go go. Ah dancin to the music. Oh yeah, oh yeah
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. I can close my eyes when I want to go back. To the days when life could be. Honeysuckle sweet, honeysuckle sweet In the evening on the back porch. You can see the stars like you've never seen
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tribute of praise. For the glorious gift of His love. And His blessings that hallow our days In the sweet by and by. We shall meet on that beautiful shore. In the sweet by and by. We shall meet on that
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tribute of praise. For the glorious gift of His love. And His blessings that hallow our days In the sweet by and by. We shall meet on that beautiful shore. In the sweet by and by. We shall meet on that
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Bài hát Sweet Beulah Land - Squire Parsons, The Gatlin Brothers. I'm kind of homesick for a country. To which I've never been before. No sad goodbyes will there be spoken. For time won't matter
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You see that mountain over there,. Yea, one of these days. I'm going to climb that mountain. Oh play me some mountain music. Like Grandma and Grandpa used to play. Then I'll float on down the
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The party's over. When the music ends. If we can't be lovers. Then we really can't be friends. I got some pretty wicked ways. To get my sweet revenge I was thinking. Of a dedication. Oh silly me
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golden summer days how they seem to fly. yet somehow leave a trace of a sad goodbye. as sweet as sorrow salty as a tear. we'll greet tomorrow and we'll face our fears. your love is music to my
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. I scraped my knee fallin' for you. But baby a kiss will do. . I'm singing Fa la la la la la. . You're as cute as a button. The things you do sure are something. Are you running out of breath
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Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist the notes I write. For I composed the music of
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for my sweet, sugar for my honey. Your perfect kiss thrills me so. Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey. I'll never ever let you go If you needed a dream to keep you smiling. I'd tell the sandman
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for my sweet, sugar for my honey. Your perfect kiss thrills me so. Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey. I'll never ever let you go If you needed a dream to keep you smiling. I'd tell the sandman
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are nursing, pretending. Cursing then defending. And yet it's never ending. Makes ya' wonder when those sweet dreams will come I am lookin' for some love. I guess that's why people buy dogs. Is
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together. And didn't we die for love Days on the run, nights in hiding. Hoping that you were. The healing inside me Breathe in the sweet fire of love. (I'm not afraid anymore). Sweet, sweet fire. (I'm
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Music Jarmo Kylmnen, Lyrics O-P Trr, Juha Kylmnen Another broken day passed by. Another dead night is waiting to come alive. You are already trying to find. One more way to hide from the burning
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see your face. Well, I close my eyes and softly say. Those were my younger days Friday nights at the park. Pep rallies at schools. You cheering for me. Me playin' for you Sometimes I look back
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Night time sharpens. Heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes and stirs imagination. Silently the senses. Abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist, the notes I write. For I compose the music of the
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There is music for lovers. It to be found. In the sound. Of a sigh. And there's music for lovers. In the hush-a-bye dreams. Of a child. When the whole world discovers. That love's the only
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bountiful Father above,. We will offer our tribute of praise. For the glorious gift of His love. And the blessings that hallow our days. In the sweet by and by,. We shall meet on that beautiful shore;. In the
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love is looking for me. And sweet music keeps me happy Not so long ago, darling, I was feeling sad. Who would've kissed my lips. I would've still felt bad, ah baby There were times I've wondered if I
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know what they want. I already know what they spent Now-a-days I think like a loner. But they looking for blood. I'm about to get what they owe. Gonna get back what they stole Let me talk to the fans
