Song Slack - Turin Brakes. I got a rifle on my back. Swinging past the birch trees. Well, I set of a bomb way back there. I don't care about nobody but me. I, no, I ain't slack. Ran back home and
Bài hát Alone, Pt. II - Alan Walker, Ava Max. We were young. Posters on the wall. Praying we're the ones. That the teacher wouldn't call. We would stare at each other. 'Cause we were always in
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Hey, yeah, hey, hey. Love, love, love, love, love. Yeah, yeah Let the(unknown)said he'd send him home. But his hope was a rope but he should have known. It's hard to understand. There was love in
I stand and tremble in the driving rain. While your love rages like a hurricane. . I can't break the silence as you still the wind. But I can hear you breathing underneath my skin. . I am relent
I went Euromad out on the road last fall. Between the Roman churches and the German music halls. Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery. I might have never got this far, it would be al
