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. But youre the only love. That gives me good and plenty Juicy fruit (Juicy). Juicy (Yeah. eah. eah. hey. ). Juicy fruit (Juicy). Juicy Candy rain. Comin down. Taste you in my mind. And spread you
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so hungry. Mama we're now so hungry now. We're now so hungry, yea 'Cause I got bats in the belfry. I'm in the kitchen boiling society. I'm in the open catching all the leaves. We all see what we
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***-toi que j'me bats pour toi. Car à mes yeux rien n'vaut plus la peine. ***-moi j'me bats pourquoi ?. Si rien ne fera que tu m'reviennes. D'là haut ne vois-tu pas,. Ne vois-tu pas que mon
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Southern trees bear strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots. Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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Southern trees bear strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots. Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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down. at the counter in his working suit. he looked no more than the average fruit. not so many ways to get the clues playing. in a kindergarten during the day. filling empty bodies with toy
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Bài Hát Fruit Tree. Trình BàyNick Drake. Fame is but a fruit tree. So very unsound. It can never flourish. Till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame. Can never find a way. Till time has flown
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Well me and Kage are hungry. We're hungry for some fruit. We wander through the garden. It would be a hoot. . To eat some low hanging fruit
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Southern trees bearin' strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Bài hát J'me Bats Pour Toi - Keen'V. ***-toi que j'me bats pour toi. Car à mes yeux rien n'vaut plus la peine. ***-moi j'me bats pourquoi ?. Si rien ne fera que tu m'reviennes. D'là haut ne vois-tu
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Taste the fruit of life. . Don't stop yourself to wonder why. . (Oooohhh) Fruit of life. . Taste the fruit of life. . Don't stop yourself to wonder why. . (Oooohhh) Fruit of life
