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Bài hát Weak - Wet. Verse 1. You, you make me weak. Yeah you, you bring me to my knees. And all I ask of you. And all I ask of you. Chorus. Is baby, please don't leave me. You are all I ever need. Oh
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Bài hát Weak - Seether. No more love to purchase, I've invested in myself. You know nothing about me, keep opinions to yourself. No more complications, everything's just swell. No more obligations
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I was born amidst the purple waterfalls. I was weak, yet not unblessed. Dead to the world. Alive for the journey. One night I dreamt a white rose withering,. A newborn drowning a lifetime
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I was born amidst the purple waterfalls. I was weak, yet not unblessed. Dead to the world. Alive for the journey. One night I dreamt a white rose withering,. A newborn drowning a lifetime
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I was born amidst the purple waterfalls. I was weak, yet not unblessed. Dead to the world. Alive for the journey. One night I dreamt a white rose withering,. A newborn drowning a lifetime
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I was born amidst the purple waterfalls. I was weak, yet not unblessed. Dead to the world. Alive for the journey. One night I dreamt a white rose withering,. A newborn drowning a lifetime
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outside, . but I know that there’s strength from the fall, . it’s not weak, to be weak at all. . behind these eyes, . a world is hiding . where I feel safe, but so alone . all my scars, they keep me
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, the strong gets more. While the weak ones fade. Empty pockets don't ever make the grade. Mama may have, Papa may have. But God bless the child that's got his own. That's got his own Money, you've
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. . Yes, the strong gets more. While the weak ones fade. Empty pockets don't ever make the grade. Mama may have, papa may have. But God bless the child that's got his own. That's got his own
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strong get more. The weak ones fade. Empty pockets. Well, they don't ever make the grade. . Mama may have. Papa may have. But God bless the child. Who's got his own. Who's got his own. . When
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. . Yes, the strong gets more. While the weak ones fade. Empty pockets don't ever make the grade. Mama may have, Papa may have. But God bless the child that's got his own. That's got his own
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his own,. That's got his own. . Well the strong gets more,. While the weak ones fade,. Empty pokets don't ever make the grade. Mama may have, papa may have,. But God bless the child that's got
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his own. That's got his own Yeah, the strong gets more. While the weak ones fade. Empty pockets don't. Ever make the grade Momma may have. Poppa may have. But God bless the child. That's got his
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got his own. That's got his own. . Yes, the strong gets more. While the weak ones fade. Empty pockets don't ever make the grade. Mama may have, Papa may have. But God bless the child that's got
