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, my mother told me strong. She said, "Be true to yourself and you can't go wrong. But there's just one thing that you must understand. You can fool with your brother But don't mess with a missionary
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missionary man". Don't mess with a missionary man, don't mess with a missionary man, don't mess with a missionary man. Oh the missionary man, he's got god on his side. He's got the saints and apostles
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your eyes. 'Til we fall between our lines. Out of space, out of time. 'Cause this is the after, is the afterlife. Is anybody ready. Ch-check this out. Is the afterlife. When we talk after dark. Like
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Afterlife, oh my God, what an awful word. After all the breath and the dirt. And the fires that burn. And after all this time. And after all the ambulances go. And after all the hangers-on are
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the man I used to be. I still resent it's sanity Walking in circles. As I open up my eyes. It's like I never stop and then wake up So wake me up to an everlasting afterlife. It is designed from the
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Bài hát Afterlife - Xylo. I'm bad luck baby, you know. Follows me around everywhere I go, and. I don't need your sympathy, no. I need a fuckin' miracle, oh. Red wine, teeth stain, it's been a long
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Bài hát Afterlife - Illenium, Echos. After we’re gone . Who will breathe the air we lost . We leave nothing but our thoughts . And memories beneath the dust . So when this body fails to mend . And
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sense at all. . In the Cardiff afterlife. In the Cardiff afterlife. We sense the breaking of our lives. In the Cardiff afterlife. In the Cardiff afterlife. . And yet I kept my silence. Your
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Bài hát Afterlife (The Jane Doze Remix) - Xylo. I'm bad luck baby, you know. Follows me around everywhere I go, and. I don't need your sympathy, no. I need a fuckin' miracle, oh. Red wine, teeth
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not be a par to the craze In the afterlife. Will dark be bright? Will cold be warm?. Will the day have no night? In the afterlife?. Will the blind have sight? In the afterlife Behind closed eyes
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Bài hát Afterlife - Hailee Steinfeld. Red eyes, like the smoke we rise. As the candle's burning low. Trust me in whatever you like. Are you playing with me?. Every time your name, it leaves my lips
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a class you can't be in. My words is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian It's just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife. Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight. Where they
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