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Song You're Beautiful - James Blunt. My life is brilliant. My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I'm sure. She smiled me on the subway. She was with another man. But I won't
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cremated, took his ashes, and then made it to a Diamond ring. Now he watches his son shine everyday. I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yea. Title Blunt Ashes . Artist Nas
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Bài hát 1973 (Acoustic) - James Blunt. Simona. You're getting older. Your journey's been. Etched on your skin. Simona. Wish I had known that. What seemed so strong. has been and gone. I would call
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Dead. (Blunt time-pull out your philly). Ha ha, mighty aftermath. (Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli). Whose soul ever contest, dead. In me ear Dre, you hear me now? Dead. (Blunt
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say. Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony, he swings. . HooK Nas. As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray. I could see my whole life fly past me. Did I?, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy
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, right or wrong. Hello Weezy, welcome home. . Hook. Yea and I'm a Blunt blowin'. Polo draws showin'. I don't give a lovely Motherfuck ass nigga. With my money growin, no matter where you goin. You
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Bài hát 1973 - James Blunt. Simona. You're getting older. Your journey's been etched. On your skin. Simona. Wish I had known that. What seemed so strong. Has been and gone. I would call you up
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Aww, * Check it out, yo, 1992 begins the new wave for the blunt rollers. You know what I'm sayin'?. The saga of the Philly Blunt continues. The flava's the P Funk y'all get wit it, check it out
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Bài hát 1973 (Acoustic) - James Blunt. Simona. You're getting older. Your journey's been. Etched on your skin. Simona. Wish I had known that. What seemed so strong. has been and gone. I would call
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just one of many who broke their heart on me (Love, love, love). And so I say I don't love you, (Love, love, love). though it kills me. It's a lie that sets you free. Read more JAMES BLUNT - LOVE, LOVE
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Bài hát Postcards - James Blunt. Sunday sitting on your back porch . And I came on with a couple of chords . And I played for you. . You let me keep you entertained . With stories I exaggerate
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