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Album: Peace And Tranquility
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Quality: High
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Track listing:
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| 1. |
Phil Coulter - If I Were A Blackbird.mp3 |
3.61 Mb |
download |
| 2. |
Phil Coulter - The Gentle Maiden.mp3 |
4.19 Mb |
download |
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Phil Coulter - Dear Little Town In The Old Country Down.mp3 |
4.67 Mb |
download |
| 4. |
Phil Coulter - Harry's Game.mp3 |
3.60 Mb |
download |
| 5. |
Phil Coulter - Lament For The Wild Geese.mp3 |
3.97 Mb |
download |
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Phil Coulter - The Old Refrain.mp3 |
3.87 Mb |
download |
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Phil Coulter - The Lark In The Clear Air.mp3 |
3.80 Mb |
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Phil Coulter - The Dublin Medley The Rare 'oul Times; Summer In Dublin; Molly Malone.mp3 |
5.33 Mb |
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Phil Coulter - Hero!.mp3 |
4.24 Mb |
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Phil Coulter - The Meeting Of The Waters, The Rose Of Mooncoin.mp3 |
3.75 Mb |
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| 11. |
Phil Coulter - Slievenamon.mp3 |
3.85 Mb |
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Phil Coulter - The Water Babies.mp3 |
3.57 Mb |
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Phil Coulter - From Clare To Here.mp3 |
3.61 Mb |
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Phil Coulter - The Sally Gardens.mp3 |
4.13 Mb |
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Phil Coulter - To Hell Or To Van Diemen's Land.mp3 |
4.01 Mb |
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Phil Coulter - The Cork Medley Beautiful City; The Boys Of Fair Hill; The Banks Of My Own Lovely Lee.mp3 |
6.37 Mb |
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Artist: MGMT
Song: Time To Pretend
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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