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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 Company - Tinashe. Ayy, ayy, ayy. Uh, ayy what. I don't need the lovin', nope. So don't make this somethin'. See, I'm nothin' like a girlfriend, no. I'm not like someone I'm supposed to be
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Company, always on the run. Destiny with the rising sun. Oh, I was born 6-gun in my hand. Behind a gun I'll make my final stand. That's why they call me Bad company. And I can't deny. Bad
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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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my head. They burst into flames and crash into my bed. Until I fall into a dream instead. Where all my lovers turn to stone And all I want is company. Someone to understand this misery. Send a
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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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I've seen your eyes, they hypnotise. I cannot look away. I know what people say. You're bad company. . I've seen it when you need a man. And I could lose my life. I know I'll pay the price
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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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become. That which is attainable. Now what I'm looking for I've got the company car. I'm the one swinging at two below par. Yeah, I've become one with the ones. That I've never believed in. But I've
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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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let you know. We got company comin' company comin' we got company comin' up the road. They're down the road about a mile they'll be here in a little while. There's company comin' up the road
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Bài hát Joe Le Taxi - Vanessa Paradis. Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. Et la Seine
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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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Can we, we keep. Keep each other company?. Maybe we, can be. Be each other's company. Oh company. Let's set each other's lonely nights. Be each other's paradise. Need a picture for my frame. Someone
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A company always on the run. A destiny, oh, it's the rising sun. I was born, a shotgun in my hands. Behind the gun, I'll make my final stand Yeah, and that's why they call me. Bad company, I
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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
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