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Bài hát Fake Love (Rocking Vibe Mix) - BTS (Bangtan Boys). Intro V, Jungkook . Neol wihaeseoramyeon nan . Seulpeodo gippeun cheok hal suga isseosseo . Neol wihaeseolamyeon nan . Apado ganghan cheok
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Bài hát Fake Love - BTS (Bangtan Boys). Intro V, Jungkook. 널 위해서라면 난. 슬퍼도 기쁜 척 할 수가 있었어. 널 위해서라면 난. 아파도 강한 척 할 수가 있었어. 사랑이 사랑만으로 완벽하길. 내 모든 약점들은 다 숨겨지길. 이뤄지지 않는 꿈속에서. 피울 수 없는 꽃을 키웠어. Hook Jimin. I'm
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. But youre the only love. That gives me good and plenty Juicy fruit (Juicy). Juicy (Yeah. eah. eah. hey. ). Juicy fruit (Juicy). Juicy Candy rain. Comin down. Taste you in my mind. And spread you
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Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh). Please don't fake it, show me what you're all about. I got wasted, learning how to let it out. I can't take it, kiss me with
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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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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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Fake. That's all I really am to you. Fake. But when I hit the ground. I won't break into your pretty baby. Or scratch my gold. 'Cause I can't fake it. . Fake. You wanna see me lie to you
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Fake. That's all I really am to you. Fake. But when I hit the ground. I won't break into your pretty baby. Or scratch my gold. 'Cause I can't fake it. . Fake. You wanna see me lie to you
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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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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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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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Ruth, you don't get it, do you?. I knew all the time You can fake it. Hold my hand. If you take it. I will understand I don't care if you fake it. I don't give a damn. I don't care if you fake
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FAKE ME FAKE ME OUT sono ki ni sasete. Fuhei mo fuman mo kirei ni uso de kakushite. Himitsu wa himitsu no mama de uchiakenaide soshite. FAKE ME FAKE ME OUT boku wo iyashite. Sono ba wo satto mite
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Bài hát Fake - Korn. I can't stand the sight of you. I can't stand what you put me through. Your life's a lie, that you'll hide. Is it that terrible being you inside?. I can't stand all the
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Bài hát Fake - Korn. I can't stand the sight of you. I can't stand what you put me through. Your life's a lie, that you'll hide. Is it that terrible being you inside?. I can't stand all the
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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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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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Bài hát Fake It - Perfume. Sekai de ichiban suki da teki na. Anata shika iranai no yo teki na. Anata no tame ni ikiru wa teki na. Koto nante zettai ni ima wa iwanai wa fake it. Saikou ni naritakutte
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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 Fake - Lauv, Conan Gray. Yeah, you and your friends you live on the surface. Act like you're perfect. Everyone knows. You're just like everyone else except for you're better at taking photos
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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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Bài hát all my friends are fake - Tate McRae. I've been keeping things inside. Taking up space 'til I got someone. I could open my mind up to. I guess it worked pretty good 'til now. But ***'s kinda
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rust,. Healing has to begin,. In the past. . So don't fake this,. Don't fake this,. Don't fake this,. Don't. . The suffering,. That's kept within,. Disposable men,. Lost,. . Don't fake this
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rust,. Healing has to begin,. In the past. . So don't fake this,. Don't fake this,. Don't fake this,. Don't. . The suffering,. That's kept within,. Disposable men,. Lost,. . Don't fake this
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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
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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
