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Just gone 11, June '87. And somebody says. Andy Warhol's dead. No more Edie, Andy or Candy. No more factory. Because Andy Warhol's dead. Andy
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Just gone 11, June '87. And somebody says. Andy Warhol's dead. No more Edie, Andy or Candy. No more factory. Because Andy Warhol's dead. Andy
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Just gone 11, June '87. And somebody says. Andy Warhol's dead. No more Edie, Andy or Candy. No more factory. Because Andy Warhol's dead. Andy
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twinge of shame,. Were almost lovers I don't know your name. A voice inside shouts like a traffic cop, stop!. I'm gonna love you after all,. On a summers night, who cares about tomorrow, baby,. All on
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twinge of shame,. Were almost lovers I don't know your name. A voice inside shouts like a traffic cop, stop!. I'm gonna love you after all,. On a summers night, who cares about tomorrow, baby,. All on
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all men has ravaged the blessed. And year after year every crime reappears without a care Where are the summers of my life? Have the seasons all gone cold?. Where are the lovers of this life? Who's
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Bài hát M. A. Y - MCK (RPT), Duy Andy, Yuno BigBoi. Trên anh toàn vàng như là Yohnny Dang . Hơn 100m ở trong bank anh là money man. Baby girl nếu em là rap thì anh yêu em rồi đấy. Nếu không thì em
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Pour your wine in a red cup. I saw you hide it under the register. The desert strip is no place for a kid, oh. Summers in Vegas were boring. My lucky days were when you would take me. To your pizza
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understand. Do you know what I'm really telling you. Is it something that you can understand. Do you know what I'm really telling you. Is it something that you can understand Andy de vine. Had a thong
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Does it hurt to be polite. Or is it just cool to be unkind. Must you always hurt the ones you love. And then get paid back in time. Now, now, now. Andy is fine but his taste is not mine. Let me
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Does it hurt to be polite. Or is it just cool to be unkind. Must you always hurt the ones you love. And then get paid back in time. Now, now, now. Andy is fine but his taste is not mine. Let me
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