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Don?t wanna listen to my telephone ring Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing Not this morning Don?t wanna think about the night before Or maybe it
Search my heart, make me clean It?s your approval I long for Rule my life, be my king Do what you will I belong to you Search my heart, make me clean
Bridal Ballad Poem lyrics of Bridal Ballad by Edgar Allan Poe. The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satin and jewels grand Are all at
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Time after time I sit and I wait for your call I know I'm a fool but what can I say Whatever the price I'll pay for you, madame blue Once long ago, a
1) brief encounter A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided directionless
See the clouds adrift so far below Everchanging as they come and go Makes me wonder why I'm up so high When really I am down so low Of all the wonders
You keep me hot and everyday with you so special baby. So let me give you my love in a special way (Yeah) Hold me close girl cause every moment I'm with
In my leisure suite Quit talking Just for talking Please In my leisure suite Sometimes I feel the room surround me With possibility Build fires to stoke
My beloved autopsy ward, the product of hospital architects Inspected and approved by the College of American Pathologists Adjacent to the morgue and
It's cold and it's getting colder It's gray and white and winter all around And oh, I must be getting older And all this snow is trying to get me down
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A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided, direction less familiar Of some
A telegram arrived today, it is time to catch the Monteray, cos' the man i wed' he waits for me, and the daughter that he's yet to see, the U.S navy beamed
[Musica: Johann Sebastian Bach] [INSTRUMENTAL]
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Under the pillow I bury my head and try to shut Chicago out As it turns out, there's a whole other world of sounds Of perfect fifths low skids and Arctic