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(Na na na na, na, na, na na, na). Verse 1. I light up my cigarette as I walk in. You give me one shot and I'm all yours. There's something 'bout this vibe I'm so honest. Honest, so free. Why is it so
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Bài hát Symphony - Sick Individuals, Nevve. Verse 1. I try to understand the reason why we've been hiding. I'm waiting on a sign in neon lights. Give me a sign. 'Cause you and I are meant to paint
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I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate. But I know, I know I asked for this myself I'm bound by law to hell. And its Sick! Sick! Sick!. Humans have their needs, living in a
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. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Yeah, we're united under our indifference. And I'm
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Tomorrow's way too far away. And we can't get back yesterday. But we young right now. We hot right now. So get up right now. Cause all we got is Right Now. . Tomorrow's way too far away. And w
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Tomorrow's way too far away. And we can't get back yesterday. But we young right now. We hot right now. So get up right now. Cause all we got is Right Now. . Tomorrow's way too far away. And w
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Tomorrow's way too far away. And we can't get back yesterday. But we young right now. We hot right now. So get up right now. Cause all we got is Right Now. . Tomorrow's way too far away. And w
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Ay Mama Mia. Mira que me estas robando. El corazon. . Ay Mama Mia. Mira que me estas robando. El corazon. . El corazon. El corazon. El corazon. . Get, get down. Get, get down. Let's get
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Bài hát Right Next To You - Sick Individuals, Kepler. Right next to you. Verse 1. Don't know if we can count tomorrow. So lets just get to it while we young, baby. My time could be your time, baby
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Verse 1. I'm breaking the tension. Maybe it's my head. Lost my direction. Follow it to you. Pre-Chorus. Till we all sing along, sing along together. 'Cause I know we'll be strong, we'll be strong toge
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Verse 1. Late nights, New York, trouble on my mind;. Crossed town to the west end I’m wasting my time. Down south back roads, dust clouds the air. Chevrolet in the backseat, but it wasn't there.
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