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Bài Hát Three Hours. Trình Bày Nick Drake. Three hours from sundown. Jeremy flies. Hoping to keep. The sun from his eyes. East from the city. And down to the cave. In search of a master. In search of
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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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Bài hát One Dance - Drake, WizKid, Kyla. Intro - Kyla & Wizkid. Baby, I like your style. Verse 1 - Drake. Grips on your waist. Front way, back way. You know that I don't play. Streets not safe. But I
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I had a little book. Was given to me. And every page. Spoke of liberty All my trials, Lord. Soon be over There is a tree. In paradise. And the pilgrims call it. The tree of life All my trials,
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' about? You know what, I don't even care I need a photo with Drake Because my Instagram is weak as * I'm just being real My *, look
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Bài hát Pop Style - Drake, The Throne. Hook Drake. Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich). This sound like some forty-three-oh-one * (one *). All my niggas wanna do is pop style (pop
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You know that I love you. You know I don't care. You know that I see you. You know I'm not there
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You know that I love you. You know I don't care. You know that I see you. You know I'm not there
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Joey will come, to see your flowers. Joey will come, to while away your hours. She will tell you you're not so good for her. She wouldn't be there if it could be that you were Joey has loved, never
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Lifting the mask from a local clown. Feeling down like him. Seeing the light in a station bar. And traveling far in sin Sailing downstairs to the northern line. Watching the shine of the shoes. A
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Please give me a second grace. Please give me a second face. I've fallen far down the first time around. Now I just sit on the ground in your way Now if it's time for recompense for what's done. C
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Mayfair strange in the morning light. Mayfair strange in the summer night. Mayfair strangest in the afternoon. Mayfair stretching far above. Full of fame but lacking love. Could it be we see the
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Thoughts of rain at sunset. Clouds of rainbow blue. Thoughts of sun on sand-dunes. Where the seabirds flew This was our season and we said, it couldn't end. But my love left with the rain Thoughts
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