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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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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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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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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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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 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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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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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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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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Bài hát California - Jack & Jack. I can't stop, never let a hater. Kill your dreams, 19, I got paper. Katniss Everdeen. Odds always in my favor. I pull up on the scene, black tee and a Blazer. Won't
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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
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Jack, wanting someone to feel. Sat up on the hill and. Waited all day for Jill. . Jill, always away from home. Never bothering to phone. Always leaving poor Jack alone. . Now why do you think
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Happy Jack wasn't old but he was a man. He lived in the sand at the Isle Of Man The kids all would sing, he would take the wrong key. So they rode on his head on their furry donkey But they never
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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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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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Intro. T-T-That's Fyre. Chorus. B-B-Bubble gum, chew, chew, eat me like Fruit Loops. Everything I do make the boys go cuckoo. Yeah, and I'm harder than a bitch. Uh, I'm on every nigga list. Verse 1
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Intro. T-T-That's Fyre. Chorus. B-B-Bubble gum, chew, chew, eat me like Fruit Loops. Everything I do make the boys go cuckoo. Yeah, and I'm harder than a bitch. Uh, I'm on every nigga list. Verse 1
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Intro Jack Gilinsky. Oh my God. Verse 1 Jack Gilinsky. Oh my God, think I fell in love overnight. Playing' with my feelings, that's not nice. Truth is I could see you. In my life with me, my life
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Go jack-rabbit running through the wood. You had a good night and you feel real loose. Heard they got you going round the goosecreek shed. Trying to fill your belly full of buckshot lead. . Go
