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Bài hát If I Die Young - Lauren Alaina. If I die young. If I die young bury me in satin. Lay me down on a bed of roses. Sink me in the river at dawn. Send me away with the words of a love song. oh oh
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of the night. I know that you miss me 'cause I put it down right. Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight. You know that a nigga like me can change your life. Chorus Chris Brown & Young Thug. Oh, baby
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Song Tomorrow - Chris Young. Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here. I'm gonna let you go and walk away. Like every day I said I would. And tomorrow, I'm gonna listen. To that voice of reason inside. My head
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. Title Flashlight. Artist Chris Young. He said son hold it still. Keep that beam shining straight. He'd have a 9/16ths in one hand. Working on that Chevrolet. It seemed like every Saturday. Soon as
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Title Neon. Artist Chris Young. The sky in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Is just about as blue as it gets. And if you ain't seen a Santa Fe sunset,. You ain't seen red. Texas sunflower yellow. Can take your
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Title Lost. Artist Chris Young. I'm out on the highway, just about a mile away. Meet me out in the driveway. I'm gonna be there soon. I'll swing by and pick you up. Don't bother getting fixed up. Me
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Bài hát Think Of You - Chris Young, Cassadee Pope. Verse 1 - Chris Young. I walk in on Friday nights. Same old bar, same burned out lights. Same people and all the same faces. So why in the hell does
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send* corrections to the typist Young. . . . Chris (Beanie Sigel) It's. . young C youngest from State P All. . the thorough breads roll your la la la And. . all the girls wanna spend the
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Title Save Water, Drink Beer. Artist Chris Young . It ain't rained in four months. One cigarette spark will burn the whole town up. That ole well is plum dry. The city put a limit on the water you
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tiYoung Love. arChris Brown. al. Chris Brown. Young Love. Young love, love, love. (oh). A teenage love. Young love, love, love. (uh huh, yeah). A teenage love. Young love, young love everything I
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Bài hát Young Again - Hardwell, Chris Jones. When I was a boy,. I dreamed of a place in the sky. Playing in the fields. Battling with my shields. Bows made out of twine. I wish I could see this world
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Way beyond the city lights. Lies a cowboy's paradise. Honeysuckle on the vine. Growing up on southern time. Love to dance and we love to flirt. Ain't afraid of a little dirt. We ain't late for Sunday
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