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Intro. Chorus . Bởi vì em thấy nhớ anh nhớ anh nhớ anh. Bởi vì em mong có anh có anh có anh . Người làm em cứ ngóng trông hoài. Người làm em thao thức đêm ngày . Liệu rằng anh có nhớ em giống em nhớ
I wanna be your end game. I wanna be your first string. I wanna be your A-Team. I wanna be your end game, end game. Big reputation, big reputation. Oh, you and me, we got big reputations. Ah, and you
raspberries, damn, I want you to know And if you see how she work the stroll. That body was out of control. Ain't no way I was about to let her go. I ran my game like I was supposed We be rhyming on the beat
? CHORUS. Well, if you don't already know. It's Game Over (Game Over). Yeah, If you don't already know. It's Game Over (Game Over) VERSE 2. Yeah we play head games. Dont always say the things we mean
? CHORUS. Well, if you don't already know. It's Game Over (Game Over). Yeah, If you don't already know. It's Game Over (Game Over) VERSE 2. Yeah we play head games. Dont always say the things we mean
games The mystery game. The mystery game Just like a parting. A rendezvous glass. A lust for a passion. Long may it last Seasons have numbed us. From a chalk to a stone. Leading us onwards. To miss
