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The art of keeping up disappearances. This is the art, the art of keeping up disappearances Verse. Erase the conclusion. Erase the conclusion. But never meant to clear up. Any of the confusion
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Art-hounds look like nothing. . So Art-hounds write something . And those that do are judged by those . Who tried and found they couldn't do. . Art-hounds see the Greek ideal . And gaze on
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Any tough can fight, you can play. Any fool can fall, can lay. Any stud can reproduce, few can please. Any boy can pay a bill, you can tease I just wanna be popular. I just wanna be popular. I
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Any tough can fight, you can play. Any fool can fall, can lay. Any stud can reproduce, few can please. Any boy can pay a bill, you can tease I just wanna be popular. I just wanna be popular. I
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Bài hát Popular (Remix) - Eric Saade. Stop don't say that it's impossible. 'cos I know. It's possible. Though I know. You never look my way. I can say. You will one day. I can say. You will one day
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Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. Now I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my
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Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. Now I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my
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Oh Lord, my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my soul my
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Bài hát Popular Song - Mika, Ariana Grande. La la, la la. You were the popular one, the popular chick. It is what it is, now I'm popular-ish. Standing on the field with your pretty pompom. Now
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come. With shout of acclamation. To take me home. What joy shall fill my heart. Then I shall bow in humble adoration. And there proclaim my God how great thou art. Then sings my soul my savior God
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I'll never write my memoirs,. There's nothing in my book,. The only way you see me an art groupie,. I'm hooked. . Some people like to be used,. I've been used and amused,. But that's the way I
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Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art. Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art!. Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou
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Chorus. I just wanna be popular. Popular. Popular. A cool kid she just wanna be Popular. Popular. Popular. A cool kid he just wanna be popular. popular. popular. A cool kid we just wanna be
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Falling through at the seams. Living life in a dream. Even smiles make a lie. And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art. Of falling apart. It's the holding together. Together forever I'm
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It's a popular song, an American popular song. And there's something about it, can't live without it. It's the tune of the day, somehow it takes you away. and it grabs you, and it holds you, feel
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God to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art?. Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art? Oh, and when I think that God, his Son not sparing. Sent Him
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me. Put it in her veins. Pray her soul to keep, ooh, ooh. Every night, every night. She prays to the sky. Flashin' lights. Is all she ever wants to see. Beggin' on her knees to be popular. That's her
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Bài hát Popular - Kristin Chenoweth. GLINDA. You see Elphie, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project. . ELPHABA. You really don't have to do that. GLINDA. brightly. I know
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Bài hát Popular - Kristin Chenoweth. GLINDA. You see Elphie, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project. . ELPHABA. You really don't have to do that. GLINDA. brightly. I know
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And now the art of love Turn out the lights. That's nice. Can I sit on your lap. Umm. So sexy. Umm. Ooh babe Real sexy. Umm. Baby you're so sexy. Oh baby. Umm. Hey papi. Umm, *** mami
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Song How Great Thou Art - Joey, Rory. O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;. I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder. Thy power throughout the
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sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee . How great thou art! How great thou art! . Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee . How great thou art! How great thou art! . . When Christ shall come, with
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the sky. Flashin' lights is all she ever wants to see. Chorus The Weeknd. Beggin' on her knees to be popular. That's her dream, to be popular (Hey). Kill anyone to be popular. Sell her soul to be
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