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- Deep Purple - Wasted Sunsets And all the silent whispers will be blown away And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues One too many wasted sunsets One too many for the road And
- Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me Silver moon's sparking. So kiss me Kiss me down by the broken tree house. Swing me upon its hanging tire. Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.