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The cradle of my desire |
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Is at your command |
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What's in a name |
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Shalom? Segue to my street and |
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In the middle of it say hello |
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In the fragrance of your peace |
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A blossom falls |
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And my memory remembers |
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An angel call |
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What's in a name |
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Shalom Segue to my street and |
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In the middle of it say hello |
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On the trail of where a kiss leads to |
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I breathe a sigh |
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Invisible voices say hello |
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And then goodbye |
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Maybe she'll come back |
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Maybe she'll come back home |
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What's in a name |
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Shalom? Segue to my street and |
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In the middle of it say hello |
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And on Dovetail |
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Junction is a caravan |
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Where the cradle of my desire is |
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At your command |
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Maybe she'll come back |
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Maybe she'll come back home |
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What's in a name |
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Shalom? Segue to my street and |
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In the middle of it say hello |
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In the fragrance of your peace |
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A blossom falls |
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And my memory remembers |
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An angel call |
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The well of loneliness is wet with tears |
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As a canopy of clouds steals |
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The limelight from the stars 1998 |
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Words and |
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Music: Sananda |
