Coolparadiso's listening history
you are like the strongest owl
You hold me close and tight
But I'm not really sure
If you’ve got it right
You caught me juggling emotions
Like the humming bird
Your not sure if you believe me
you just take me at my word
Cant you see…
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you are like the strongest owl
You hold me close and tight
But I'm not really sure
If you’ve got it right
You caught me juggling emotions
Like the humming bird
Your not sure if you believe me
you just take me at my word
Cant you see…
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The wind blows in from the seas
The tides forever changing
Tourqoiuse water of the day
Another day is fading
Sundown brings the days decline
The birds are going home
The shadows lengthen everywhere
Like a Byron romantic poem
I hear…
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The wind blows in from the seas
The tides forever changing
Tourqoiuse water of the day
Another day is fading
Sundown brings the days decline
The birds are going home
The shadows lengthen everywhere
Like a Byron romantic poem
I hear…
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Glory of the Paupers
They say that money ain’t everything
Even though life can be a bitch
when you check to find the source
You’re sure to find the rich
Its seems to me that the wealthy
Just want to stay that way
Don’t give a damn about…
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Come into the light my dear
You know that theres not much to fear
Accept of course what you keep inside!
Face wet from too many tears
Like the sand that reappears
Before the regular receding Tide
Come to me sweet Sarah jane
I will shelter…
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She gets on with life as a socialite
a dismissive kind of person.
She likes shopping on Sundays,
And bitching in the week.
She likes to contemplate about herself
Her make up and her clothes
But that's not what's in her dreams
Oh no oh…
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She gets on with life as a socialite
a dismissive kind of person.
She likes shopping on Sundays,
And bitching in the week.
She likes to contemplate about herself
Her make up and her clothes
But that's not what's in her dreams
Oh no oh…
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She gets on with life as a socialite
a dismissive kind of person.
She likes shopping on Sundays,
And bitching in the week.
She likes to contemplate about herself
Her make up and her clothes
But that's not what's in her dreams
Oh no oh…
Uploaded
This is the place
Where the black frost lies
And the cold can grip your heart
Where dreams are made
and souls are sold
And adventurers depart
Where songs are sung
and Stories told
Notoriety is gained
Where life is full
Where heroes…
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