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One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock. Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock. Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock. We're gonna rock around the clock tonight Put your glad
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One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock. Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock. Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock. We're gonna rock around the clock tonight Put your glad
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In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came . That voice which calls to me and speaks my name . And do I dream again? For now I find . Phantom of the opera is there inside my mind. Sing once again with
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Now we'll say goodbye to you. The clock says we must go. It's been great fun to be with you. And we all want you all to know. . That without your love and lots of luck. We'd not be here today
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You're crouched like a hunter, seconds from a kill. You're still an empty vessel, impossible to fill. One foot in the future, one foot in the past. Shitting on present, as you're lashed to the mast
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One day I woke up to find. there was a hole in my mind. I could not be certain or sure. of anything I knew before Get up get out stand up and shout your name. Dont be afraid to get in the way agai
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Tarja. In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me. And speaks my name. And do I dream again. For now I find. The Phantom of the opera is there. Inside my mind
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The Phantom of the Opera. Sang by Steve Harley and Sarah Brightman Sarah. Beneath the operahouse,. I know he's there,. He's with me on the stage,. He's everywhere. And when my song begins,. I
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Just punched the clock and boy, am I ready?. Walkin' out the door headin' home. It's time to buckle up again in my rolling hunk of tin. It's quittin' time the evenin' race is on It's that five
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She said Nine o'clock. She said Nine o'clock. Can I just keep breathing. 'Til Nine o'clock. Little heart, will you please hold together. 'Til she's here, standing near, again. . Then at Nine o'
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The Phantom of the Opera. Sang by Steve Harley and Sarah Brightman Sarah. Beneath the operahouse,. I know he's there,. He's with me on the stage,. He's everywhere. And when my song begins,. I
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little opera goes a long way I'll meet you. Where the page proclaims the end. And I'll make do. With the fractions my reactions bend Pretend you're not alone. Like you are center stage on Broadway
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Gli esperti di moda si grattano la gola. Ed è giusto oppure no capirne il senso etico?. Ingoio un rospo, ingoio un rospo. Odio il varietà, annoia la città. E dalle feste private si sente un oboe s
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To the sound of the monstrance clock. Air is cleansed, assembled flock. Black candles burn, all minds aligned To the sound of the monstrance clock. Air is cleansed, assembled flock. Black candles
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