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need to take a vacation. To clear my mind, see new places. Issues won’t fit suitcases. So I'm gonna be okay-ay-ay-ay. Pre-Chorus Bebe Rexha, Yeji. Woah-oh-oh, I’m living and I'm dreaming (Dreaming
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like my old homeboy, hella shady,. Time flies so you know the clock is passin' through, (Whoo). Hit the sand is the only other task to do, (True). You know my fan base is international,. Their fan
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I carried you in my arms. Through the hotel to our room. The night was filled with music. Those old historic tunes. Songs of revolution. Filled our hearts and fed our souls. As the fireworks
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, I'd take a permanent vacation. (Hey-la, hey-la, my boyfriend's back) (Hey-la, my boyfriend's back). (Hey-la, my boyfriend's back). (Hey-la, my boyfriend's back). .
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Bài hát Vacation - Damon Empero, Veronica. Moving away to the sea for a getaway. Car top down and we're driving just to feel young. Moving away to the sea. Moving away can't you see. Sand in your
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Ver 1. The good vibe. Can’t describe. The right time . Glow like the sunny sky. Dirty whine. Just you and I . It’s our time. adding some me time. Location . Vacation . Our love is not your probation
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V A C A T I O N in the summer sun. Put away the books, we're out of school. The weather's warm but we'll play it cool. We're on vacation, havin' lots of fun V A C A T I O N in the summer sun
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V A C A T I O N in the summer sun. Put away the books, we're out of school. The weather's warm but we'll play it cool. We're on vacation, havin' lots of fun V A C A T I O N in the summer sun
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clothes are as plain to see as that I took a chemical vacation in my head. But now I'm back here at the station with a trunk of regret Thought I found myself a frequency beyond her voice. But the memories
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neomeo kkumui noreul jeoeoboja. Haengbogui siganeun maeumsok jumeonie gadeuk cha. Seodureuji ma neul chungbunhanikka geudaero isseodo dwae. Naui yeohaengui sijageun naya. Jeo taeyang wiro My my my my my
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, I'd take a permanent vacation. (Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back). . Hey my boyfriend's back,. So look out now. . (cover of the angel's song)
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I wanna come home to roses. And dirty little notes on Post-its. And when my hair starts turning gray. He'll say I'm like a fine wine, better with age. I guess I learned it from my parents. That true
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tour is my vacation. Every month another accusation. Only thing I'm phobic of is failing. I was never blessed with any patience. Chorus. So a nigga leaving, leaving, leaving into the night. Now a nigga