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Bài hát M. F. P. O. T. Y. - Cher Lloyd . Boy, I know that you want some of all this. But I'm out with my girls and you can't touch lightning. So we dance, so we dance like you're just not there
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in F. E. A. R. You must.
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Bài hát L. a. f - Broods. Kissin' in the hallway. Turn off all the lights. Fragments of a lost love. Dissolve into the night. And I'll never get this feeling out of my head. And I'll never wanna be
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. For every man, a religion. Face everybody and rule Everything and rumble. Forget everything and remember. For everything, a reason F. E. A. R. F. E. A. R. F. E. A. R. F. E. A. R Finding eternity
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. For every man, a religion. Face everybody and rule Everything and rumble. Forget everything and remember. For everything, a reason F. E. A. R. F. E. A. R. F. E. A. R. F. E. A. R Finding eternity
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Bài hát F**Kin' Perfect - P!nk. Made a wrong turn, once or twice. Dug my way out, blood and fire. Bad decisions, that's alright. Welcome to my silly life. Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood. Miss
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Chorus . Thấm thoát trôi qua thật là nhanh vẫn chỉ 1 mình tôi. Bạn bè thì ai cũng đi chơi với gấu. 1 mùa noel nữa lại sắp qua tôi vẫn chỉ là 1 thằng F. A . Và vì thế tôi mới viết lên bài ca. Ver 1
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defend. You. Let the thoughts slip away, and remain calm. Stay close to F. E. A. R. Only we can protect.
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Title F. E. A. R Final Transmission. Artist Black Veil Brides. This is to be our final transmission. The rebels have defeated our illustrious armies. They have damaged our intention of ugly an
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Song The 4 "F" Blues - Johnny Paycheck. Here it comes now!. I believe it in end for women & me. That’s currently going on. The way you do a lot of petting. Fooling & forgetting and you just keep
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MIA, what up cuzo? Knock, knock, who is it, ah sh*****, hot peas and butter. Come and get it, somebody done f**ked up, now. Meth spit it, I comes with it, quick to tell these critics. Eat a didick
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Title F. E. A. R. Transmission 3 As War Fades. Artist Black Veil Brides. We are not interested in the possibility of defeat. Not within the silence of a deserted ally, nor the clamor of a crowded
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to get yo' ass whooped bitch. We finna whoop yo' ass bitch. You bout to get yo' ass whooped bitch Mistah F. A. B. On my mama yo' hood ain't *. Nigga on my mama yo' hood ain't *. On my mama
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. I can't beat this feeling. Let's get it on. . 'Coz we're flying higher than the mountains. Higher than I have ever been. You've got me feeling like a hero. F***in' on heroin. . Everyone tells
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Song George Alley's F. F. V. - Flatt, Scruggs. Along came the F. F. V. the swiftest on the line. A-roaring down the C & O road just twenty minutes behind. A-roaring into Seville, getting orders on
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the cow. Behind her velvet sofa. I found myself back sober,. She kept an old acoustic. She never ever used it,. A gift for me with a capo. A six string with an f-hole,. We made the strangest
