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ចំណងជើងអង្កត់ធ្នូ
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The Old Parade
So I Wept As I Sat There Drinking. The Church Bells Ringing. The Rain Was Singing In A Way. Then I Crept Down Those Streets Of Sorrow. With Pain Id Borrowed. From A Writer Playing Games With His Heart
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Forgive My Deceit
You Shine A Light On My Cruel White Lies. You Shine A Light On My Skin. Hoping To Find Some Illusive Disguise. As The Night Caves In. Forgive My Deceit. Im Not Used To This. Eyes That Feel Pure To The
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Down The Road
There She Goes Such A Lonesome Figure. Her Eyes All Covered With The Midnight Sky. As She Walks By The Stone Cold River. The Silence Fills Her Fragile Mind. Down The Road Where All The Shadows Crawl W
