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Here's to you Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts The last and final moment is yours That agony is your triumph |
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| 2. |
| 4:15 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:09 |
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Oh she is watching me
And her eyes they flow With fond and tender pain I know, fate laid out a road We have walked alone And yet we meet again Now I know finally I've never been alone I just couldn't see That like, The swirling of the sea Lies a mystery That brings me back to you Oh, We put round our world Chains that we denied Yes we dreamed that we Were free, and this was our downfall With no place to go We drift eternally Now, I know finally I've never been alone I just couldn't see That like the swirling of the sea Lies a mystery That brings me back to you Brings me back to you Brings me back to see Brings me back to all the things I've lost along the way All I want to know (Now, I know finally) All I want to see (I've never been alone) I've never been alone (I just couldn't see) Cause I just couldn't see... 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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| 4. |
| 4:49 |
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| 5. |
| 3:10 |
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| 6. |
| 4:40 |
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En el mundo habra un lugar
para cada despertar un jardin de pan y de poesia Porque puestos a sonar facil es imaginar esta humanidad en harmonia Vibra mi mente al pensar en la posibilidad de encontrar un rumbo diferente Para abrir de par en par los cuadernos del amor del gauchaje y de toda la gente Que bueno che , que lindo es reirnos como hermanos Porque esperar para cambiar de murga y de compas. |
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| 7. |
| 4:56 |
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| 8. |
| 4:44 |
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We all four grew up together
in a small Virginia country town. And, for some strange reason... God only knows... we got to singin' around. And about twice a year at the National Guard Armory or the old school house we'd go see the Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town to sing especially for me. They always drew a crowd of young folk and old women, and men with the mortgage on their homes. Farmers and teachers, rich men and preachers... the old school house was full, and they would come. And we bought up every album, every picture, every single; their autographs were the only things free. But the main thing they were sellin' was Jesus and good singin' in that old school house where the Blackwoods sang for me. And they would sing (and they would sing) "Hide me, old blest Rock of Ages"; every day will be Sunday by and by. Heavenly love inside the gates, give the world a smile each day. They were all peace like a river to my soul. that chilly Jordan (chilly Jordan), and I want to be more and more like Jesus every day. Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham at the old country church. "God made a way for me.", that's what the good book says. How many times (how many times) have we heard them sing those songs? So many times (so many times) They've been our idols for so long. And, God, if there's an old school house in Heaven, let me be somewhere close where I can hear R.W. sing for me. The road... the road... the road of Calvary. And, God, if there's an old school house in Heaven, let me be somewhere close where I can hear the Blackwoods sing for me. |
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| 9. |
| 6:47 |
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| 10. |
| 6:08 |
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| 11. |
| 4:59 |
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| 12. |
| 3:43 |
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When I walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face my ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways
chains engraved in my physical days, in physical waves I get physical strength from my individual ways meanwhile I'm not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel docile if you so will, fragile and you go downhill drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled they say if you snooze you loose well I spend my days, dazed and confused is it cause I blaze all day and fade, then that's old news if it's new to you, this is Yarah rapping the blues don't get used to it, running mascara I refuse closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing but struggling alone makes it tough for pursuing dreams, but it seems all i get are sleepless nights nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow as I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow left you for more, left the room hollow many will fall, a lot more will follow you take drugs to psyche your mind you take wine, to forget about time you create a world of your own where the truth, will never be known I work when the work seems like play and hate to play when the work seems to work my way, I say I work my way through everyday that I play my way now... hear what I say, hear what I say makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations the locks will open someday continued determination restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations and I will head for my destination I stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath of lost souls that left in and out of counciousness drinking wine reminds me of what honest is making me wonder where the hell the logic is? we're all lost, we're all tossed, at a lost cause fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall through the wall, through it all, who we are? no denying that at 5 foot I still stand tall The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow as I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow left you for more, left the room hollow many will fall, a lot more will follow you take drugs to psyche your mind you take wine, to forget about time you create a world of your own where the truth, will never be known Many will fall A lot more will follow Follow |
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| 4:46 |
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| 14. |
| 3:35 |
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| 15. |
| 3:44 |
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| 16. |
| 3:31 |
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Je ne suis pas sage
Je suis tres cruelle Mais c'est un engrenage Parce que je suis tres... Belle [English Translation] I am not wise I am very cruel But it's a trap Because I am very... Beautiful |
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