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Rockefeller. Gold dust at my feet. On the sunny side of the street I used to walk in the shade. With those blues on parade. But I'm not afraid. This Rover crossed over If I never have a cent. I'll be rich
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. To live on the edge of insane, it's crazy. Outro Soyeon. Sorry not sorry for bein' the best. Eonjedeunji naega jom hae. Look at the gold all on my chest. Look at the gold, call it a flex
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Song Himmel Aus Gold - Luxuslarm. Lauter als alle meine Worte. Ist all das was ich dir nicht sag. Wir stehen mitten in den Scherben. doch unser Himmel ist aus Gold. Für all die Schmerzen, all die
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wind is on the rise . Whispering words of long lost lullabies . Oh won't you come with me . Where the moon is made of gold . And in the morning sun . We'll be sailing . Oh won't you come with me . Where
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My home is in motion, as darkness unfolds. The air overloaded, the sky stands in gold. But you went away, you left me to stay. We'll see us in heaven, I'm counting the days. Chorus. At the end of
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tiplay the game. arQueen. alQueen The Platinum Collection - Disc 1. offset500. Open up your mind and let me step inside. Rest your weary head and let your heart decide. It's so easy when you know the
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words of long lost lullabies. Oh won't you come with me. Where the moon is made of gold. And in the morning sun. We'll be sailing. Oh won't you come with me. Where the ocean meets the sky. And as the
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And the horse riding up through the red skies. The moon is down. With a gold colored bird through the cloud flies. The moon is down Look east to the sun, oh where do they run. Look east to the
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thể quên cái đầu chân, cầm một còng 3D, ta để trong cái túi đỏ Đồ chơi tầm một cái nắp chai, nối kẹo ông mút giày gấp 2 Bắt đầu cho đồ vào trong cóng, đôi lên thì nó có một cái mùi rất khai 30 thì chẳng
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on this walk of life. But I won't walk alone Like a blaze of gold at the break of dawn. You're the power that heals my soul. When the wind grows cold and I'm halfway gone. You're the power that
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never had a cent, I'll be as rich as Rockefeller. Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street, sunny side of the street. I used to walk in the shade with all them blues on parade. Now I'm not
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never had a cent, I'll be as rich as Rockefeller. Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street, sunny side of the street. I used to walk in the shade with all them blues on parade. Now I'm not
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to try to find a way . (Ohh. ) Gonna burn the brightest . Gonna watch the night go up in flames . Let me ease your heavy heart and fill it up with gold . Let the stormy seas depart and let me guide you
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Rockefeller. Gold dust at my feet. On the sunny side of the street I used to walk in the shade. With those blues on parade. But I'm not afraid. This Rover crossed over If I never have a cent. I'll be rich
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, come kiss my face. We’re swimming in gold, we’re swimming in gold. Like **** it, we don’t care. Yeah, this just got sick before my eyes. We’ll stay up here ‘till the end of time. I feel so alive, I’m
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, come kiss my face. We’re swimming in gold, we’re swimming in gold. Like **** it, we don’t care. Yeah, this just got sick before my eyes. We’ll stay up here ‘till the end of time. I feel so alive, I’m
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, come kiss my face. We’re swimming in gold, we’re swimming in gold. Like **** it, we don’t care. Yeah, this just got sick before my eyes. We’ll stay up here ‘till the end of time. I feel so alive, I’m
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10 năm sau em vẫn không quên được đêm đông đó. Gọi anh là trai ngoan trai hư cũng ok hết. Bên anh ngày nào cũng valentine vì anh sẽ cho cô lết. Please! Baby! Put yourr but in the sky!. Em xứng đáng là
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damage that we do. And never know. Its the words that we don't say. That scare me so. There's so many people to see. So many people you can check up on. And add to your collection. But they keep you
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flowed down Jesus' Face. That can give us life, that can make us grow. That can keep our hearts from growing cold Gold is the color of the morning sun. That shines so freely on everyone. It's the sun
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we live. All lies on the hidden door. To the Lonely Mountain bourne. We'll ride in the gathering storm. Until we get our long forgotten gold. We lay under the Misty Mountains cold. In slumbers deep
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we live. All lies on the hidden door. To the Lonely Mountain bourne. We'll ride in the gathering storm. Until we get our long forgotten gold. We lay under the Misty Mountains cold. In slumbers deep
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ploughhands . The days grow long, longer in the sun . So soft fall the showers . Mmm. Full gold the harvest . And grain for your labor . With God must work for daily bread . Or else, man, we'll starve . Fast
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twisted on the curb, I couldn't take it Now I have my own private collection. All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors. Now I have no room for my obsession. Lined up and labeled in neat
