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Bài hát Gone - ROSÉ (BlackPink). I thought that you'd remember, but it seems that you forgot. It’s hard for me to blame you when you were already lost. Oh, yeah. I'm tired of always waiting. Oh, yeah
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unyielding love. So that when winter's mettle steals the earth. And all around seems dead and cold. This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living Do not despair, mother nature simply rests
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my unyielding love. So when the winter's mantle stills the earth. And all around seems dead and cold. This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living. . Do not despair, mother nature
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Elvis, Nicky some red. Beatles arrive, started a trend. Axl Rose, give me some head. It's all over, rock and roll is dead. Rock is dead, rock is dead. Rock is dead, rock is dead. Get that freight train
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will. So no longer. Will I. Lay down. Lay dead. Play this. Kneel down. Gun-shy Martyr. Pitiful. I rose, I roared. I will. I am
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. Send me dead flowers by the mail. Send me dead flowers to my wedding. And I won't forget to put roses on your grave. . Well, when you're sitting back. In your rose pink Cadillac. Making bets on
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Song Give My Love To Rose . Singer Johnny Cash. I found him by the railroad. track this morning. I could see. that he was nearly dead. I knelt down beside him. and I listened. Just to hear the
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Song Give My Love To Rose . Singer Johnny Cash. I found him by the railroad. track this morning. I could see. that he was nearly dead. I knelt down beside him. and I listened. Just to hear the
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every morning. Send me dead flowers by the mail. Send me dead flowers to my wedding. And I won't forget to put roses on your grave. Well, when you're sitting back. In your rose pink Cadillac. Making bets
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Take me down, little Susie, take me down. I know you think you're the queen of the underground. Send me dead flowers every morning. Send me dead flowers by the mail. Send me dead flowers to my
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. Take me down little Susie, take me down. I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground. And you can send me dead flowers every morning. Send me dead flowers by the mail. Send me dead flowers to my
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Thomas Moore, Nina Simone. . 'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh. To reflect back
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, I'd be better off dead But in the crimson dawn, Black Rose would unfold. And drain all the poison from my soul. Now I'm standin' up here on forty deuce. Another terminal man waitin' for his bus Here
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of our own lies the alphabet of the free As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember them?. As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember
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(wilkin/burch/wilson). . Your love is like a ramblin' rose. The more I feed it the more it grows. Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose yeah. . Ramblin' rose you're looking for. ? ? ?. Ramblin' rose
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A rose should be where the sun shines through. Not where the wine is red and the smoke is blue. A rose should be blooming in the light. Not in a rendezvous, blooming in the night And you are a
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on Sunday. To keep my rose in paradise" He hired a man to tend the garden. And keep an eye on her while he was gone. Some say they ran away together. Some say the gardener left alone Now the banker
