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Winwood Steve Chronicles

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Steve Winwood. Chronicles. Help Me Angel. Steve Winwood. Cronici. Help Me înger.
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Help me angel Plant my feet a little higher Help me angel I've been too close to the fire Help me angel Make my dream a little brighter Help me angel

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Steve Winwood. Chronicles. My Love's Leavin'. Steve Winwood. Cronici. My Love lui pleci.
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I can't believe she's going I said please show me What selfish seeds I plant along the way Black harvest today The empty bed she left me, cold on one

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Steve Winwood. Chronicles. Wake Me Up On Judgment Day. Steve Winwood. Cronici. Wake Me Up In Ziua Judecatii.
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The story goes, the truth is no one knows A stranger came, a man who lost his name At night he tells me his tale, prison, women, wail The took him in

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Steve Winwood. Chronicles. Spanish Dancer. Steve Winwood. Cronici. Spaniolă Dancer.
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I can feel the heat, no one has to tell me It's so good, once it starts I'll never let go I can feel the beat like a Spanish dancer Under my feet, making

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Steve Winwood. Chronicles. Valerie. Steve Winwood. Cronici. Valerie.
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So wild, standing there, with her hands in her hair I can't help remember just where she touched me There's still no face here in her place So cool,

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Steve Winwood. Chronicles. Arc Of A Diver. Steve Winwood. Cronici. Arcului de un scafandru.
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She bathes me in sweetness I cannot reveal For sharing dreams I need my woman This humble expression meagerly dressed My eyes so mean it has no meaning

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Steve Winwood. Chronicles. Vacant Chair. Steve Winwood. Cronici. Catedra vacant.
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When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears Oh, the

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Steve Winwood. Chronicles. Talking Back To The Night. Steve Winwood. Cronici. Vorbind Back To The Night.
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High above the heat of a summer New York street An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone He's a preacher and a teacher And he stands up all alone

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Steve Winwood. Chronicles. While You See A Chance. Steve Winwood. Cronici. In timp ce te văd o şansă de.
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Stand up in a clear blue morning until you see what can be Alone in a cold day dawning, are you still free? Can you be? When some cold tomorrow finds

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Steve Winwood. Chronicles. Higher Love. Steve Winwood. Cronici. Dragoste mare.
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Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is a wasted time Look inside your heart, I'

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