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. Och finns dr alltid fr varann. Vi str p trskeln. Vi ler. Dr uppe Mnen som ber. "Dansa mer" . En vals. Precis som frr, med glans. Och som i trance. Du fr, jag fljer dig. Mnen ler. t paret som
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Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig We old ones have seen two wars. We old ones have seen two wars When you're sick and afraid, and there's danger around. Take a pick and a spade, and cut into the ground
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, uncut funk, The Bomb. . Coming to you directly from the Mothership. Top of the Chocolate Milky Way, 500, 000 kilowatts of P. Funk-power. So kick back, dig, while we do it to you in your eardrums
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Song Try - P!nk. Ever wonder about what he's doing. How it all turned to lies. Sometimes I think that it's better to never ask why. Where there is desire. There is gonna be a flame. Where there is a
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ground. Away from the light. Away from the sound. Make a trap for the beast. Dig his burial mound. Dig for your life. Dig to the death. Dig for salvation. Till your very last breath. Dig for
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Dig bury me. underneath everything that I am rearranging. Dig bury me. underneath everything that I was slowly changing I would love to beat the face,. of any motherfucker that's thinkin' they
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Dig down deep and break the streak 2x. You can watch your garden grow. And skim along the surface, and take it slow. Just let nature have its way. Let your little flower bloom where they may. If you
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I dig you, baby, I dig you, yes, I do. I dig you, baby, I dig you, yes, I do Every man when he's young and free. Gets hung up on some new chick he meets. Though it doesn't usually last too long
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. Cause it seems to me. Oh it seems to me. I said it seems to me. You said it seems to you. A such embarrassing situation calls for concentration. Do you dig me Jack. We dig you Jack. Can you think
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Man, I sure dig girls. . I dig girls who wear a ponytail. Short fat fanny or as thin as a rail. Whoa, whoa, baby, I don't care. She can be a dream lover. Or a nightmare. . The big or the
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Bài hát Master Of Puppets - Metallica. End of passion play, crumbling away. I'm your source of self-destruction. Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear. Feeding on your death's construction
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Song True Love (Commentary) . Singer P!nk, Lily Allen.
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