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This when you name, fruit juice. Number one you know me can't lose. Inna my garden mi get the fruit that me choose. Fruit juice. Inna my glass you know me can't lose. Take away my worry my
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One pound for the house. That's all we need baby. Just one for the house (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa). C'mon Pimp juice hooh-ooh-hoo. I think I need to let it loose (might think I need to let it
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Southern trees bear strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots. Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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Southern trees bear strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots. Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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, tired of romancing. I could appreciate havin' my skin crawl for a change It isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night. Let's get away a while Pack your bags, let's go to Colombia
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, tired of romancing. I could appreciate havin' my skin crawl for a change It isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night. Let's get away a while Pack your bags, let's go to Colombia
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Cuando Sali Pa' Colombia - Nana Mouskouri . . Trad. - Arrgt J. Sakel/J. Souc. . . . . . Cuando sali pa' Colombia,. . Cuando sali pa' Colombia,. . Yo pensй la madre mia. . Que en
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down. at the counter in his working suit. he looked no more than the average fruit. not so many ways to get the clues playing. in a kindergarten during the day. filling empty bodies with toy
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Well me and Kage are hungry. We're hungry for some fruit. We wander through the garden. It would be a hoot. . To eat some low hanging fruit
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Southern trees bearin' strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Bài Hát Fruit Tree. Trình BàyNick Drake. Fame is but a fruit tree. So very unsound. It can never flourish. Till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame. Can never find a way. Till time has flown
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go to Colombia. Take the day off work boy I know you. Got a lot on your mind. We don't need no holiday. Pack your bags let's go to Peru yeah. We could make a million excuses. Got a lot to do
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all night. Yeonggama gidaryeo neol jabeulge all mine. Hook Juice WRLD. All night, all night, all night, all night. All night, all night, all night, all nights. All night, all night, all night, all night
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Southern trees bearin' strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Taste the fruit of life. . Don't stop yourself to wonder why. . (Oooohhh) Fruit of life. . Taste the fruit of life. . Don't stop yourself to wonder why. . (Oooohhh) Fruit of life
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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You keep playing me like a fruit machine. Putting in change systematically. Winning streak that you had over me. It's turned into your broken tragedy Turn your pockets out onto the street. Now
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mirror). Now you're sitting in the cafeteria. Shoving clementines and orange bacteria. Down your throat a dozen times or near, yeah. Fooling those around of your bulimia. You turn oranges to orange juice
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You keep playing me like a fruit mach-ine. Puttin' in change systematically. Winning streak that you had over me. It's turned into your broken tragedy. . Turn your pockets out onto the street
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You keep playing me like a fruit mach-ine. Puttin' in change systematically. Winning streak that you had over me. It's turned into your broken tragedy. . Turn your pockets out onto the street
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You keep playing me like a fruit mach-ine. Puttin' in change systematically. Winning streak that you had over me. It's turned into your broken tragedy. . Turn your pockets out onto the street
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1st verse. Grapefruit. Bathing suit. Chew a little Juicy Fruit. Wash away the night. . Drive-in. Guzzle gin. Commit a little mortal sin. It's good for the soul. . Bridge. And oh, it gets
