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A1 Shéhérazade - Le Roi
07:24
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There is a house in New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun
And you know that house had been the ruin, the wrecked ruin of many a poor boy, And Good Lord I'm one
My mother she was a tailor woman, Sewed my old blue jeans
And my father was many things but he also liked to gamble our whole luck, Down South in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs, Is a suitcase, a gun, a trunk full of junk,
And the only time that he made me satisfied, Is when he's drunk and got some pills and some junk
Oh mother please tell your children, Not to do what I have done,
You don't want to spend your lives in sin and misery, In the House of the Rising Sun.
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When routine bites hard, And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high, But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, Taking different roads
Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold? Turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal, That we've kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep? All my failings exposed
Gets a taste in my mouth, As desperation takes hold,
Why is it something so good, Just can't function no more?
Love, love will tear us apart again
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When routine bites hard, And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high, But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, Taking different roads
Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold? Turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal, That we've kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep? All my failings exposed
Gets a taste in my mouth, As desperation takes hold,
Why is it something so good, Just can't function no more?
Love, love will tear us apart again
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E Dreams Never End
03:22
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My promise could be your fiend, A given end to your dreams
A simple movement or rhyme, Could be the smallest of signs
We'll never know what they are or care in it's escapable view
There's no escape so few in fear, Give in a changing value
To be given your sight, Hid in a long peaceful night
A nervous bride for your eyes, A fractured smile that soon dies
A love that's wrong from your life and soul, A savage mine had begun
Hello, farewell to your love and soul, Hello, farewell to your soul
Now I know what those hands would do,
No looking back now, we're pushing through
We'll change these feelings, we'll taste and see
But never guess how the him would scream
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F Annarella
05:04
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Lasciami qui, lasciami stare, lasciami così
Non dirmi una parola che non sia d'amore
Per me, per la mia vita che è tutto quello che ho
È tutto quello che io ho e non è ancora finita
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