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Song You Left The Water Running - Bobby Hatfield. You left the water running . when you left me here behind . You left the water running. running from these eyes of mine . You turned out the light of
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Bài hát Bad Guy (Billie Eilish Cover) - J. Fla. White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleeping, you're on your tippy toes. Creeping around like no one knows. Think you're so criminal. Bruises, on both
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Verse 1. White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes. Creepin' around like no one knows. Think you're so criminal. Bruises on both my knees for you. Don't say thank you
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Song Let It Be - Bobby Hatfield. When I find myself in times of trouble. Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be1. And in my hour of darkness. She is standing right in front of
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Verse 1. White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes. Creepin' around like no one knows. Think you're so criminal. Bruises on both my knees for you. Don't say thank you
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Bài hát Bad Guy - Billie Eilish, Justin Bieber. Hmm, da-da-da-da-da. Da-da-da, hmm. Da-da-da-hmm (Yeah, yeah). Oh, ah. Verse 1 Billie Eilish. White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleepin', you're on
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(Wm. Robinson/R. White) Nothing you could say. Could tear me away from my guy (My guy). Nothing you could do. 'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy. I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a
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(Wm. Robinson/R. White) Nothing you could say. Could tear me away from my guy (My guy). Nothing you could do. 'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy. I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a
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(Wm. Robinson/R. White) Nothing you could say. Could tear me away from my guy (My guy). Nothing you could do. 'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy. I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a
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Written by Dennis DeYoung. Lead vocals by Dennis DeYoung I remember Christopher. such a man. so brave and tall he took the baby Jesus. in his arms. across the waterfall people cried, "he's holy
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Song The Feeling Is Right - Bobby Hatfield. Every time I'm with you darling. A fever comes over me, oh yeah. And there's a burning deep inside. That just won't let me be, oh no. I tried to be patient
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White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes. Creepin' around like no one knows. Think you're so criminal. Bruises on both my knees for you. Don't say thank you or please
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White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes. Creepin' around like no one knows. Think you're so criminal. Bruises on both my knees for you. Don't say thank you or please
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White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes. Creepin' around like no one knows. Think you're so criminal. Bruises on both my knees for you. Don't say thank you or please
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White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes. Creepin' around like no one knows. Think you're so criminal. Bruises on both my knees for you. Don't say thank you or please
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White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes. Creepin' around like no one knows. Think you're so criminal. Bruises on both my knees for you. Don't say thank you or please
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Yeah, yeah. Oh, ah. White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes. Creepin' around like no one knows. Think you're so criminal. Bruises on both my knees for you. Don't say
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airplane brings the kinfolk. To visit for awhile. There's a friendly guy in a red bow tie. To take 'em around in style He drives 'em in a white limozeen. She finally got a white limozeen Now she's a
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There's a moment in my mind. I scribbled and erased a thousand times. Like a letter never written or sent These conversations with the dead. I used to be a sentimental guy. Now I'm haunted by the
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There's a moment in my mind. I scribbled and erased a thousand times. Like a letter never written or sent. These conversations with the dead. I used to be a sentimental guy. Now I'm haunted by
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There's a moment in my mind. I scribbled and erased a thousand times. Like a letter never written or sent. These conversations with the dead. I used to be a sentimental guy. Now I'm haunted by
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White shirt now red, my bloody nose. Sleeping, you're on your tippy toes. Creeping around like no one knows. Think you're so criminal. Bruises, on both my knees for you. Don't say thank you or please
