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* DK . Xã hội thiệt là,rắc rối thiêt nha. Ai cũng xạo quần,xạo heo vậy ai sẽ là người thiệt thà. Ai cũng ngông cuồng,bị chửi cũng không uổng. Nói trúng tim đen thì post bài sủa như bầy chó xổng
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Rắc rối Lyrics. Xã hội thiệt là,rắc rối thiêt nha. Ai cũng xạo quần,xạo heo vậy ai sẽ là người thiệt thà. Ai cũng ngông cuồng,bị chửi cũng không uổng. Nói trúng tim đen thì post bài sủa như bầy chó
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You, this and me. Chasing you. When does it stop?. And I'm up all night staring wide-eyed. You know I'm not that kind. 'Cause you're a tapper,. And I'm a snapper. Where is the line?. So I call
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I'm not telling you again what you need. It's just a slap around. To make everything stow and cure the fall. When you come back down. I'm not everything you want. . I'm just a tease. Maybe a ma
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When you were young you had so many hopes and dreams about the future. You stood on tabletops and screamed profanities into the bleachers. And now you're older feeling left behind, still student to
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We belong to where we're going. Where we're going. We belong to where we're going. Where we're going. We belong to where we're going. Where we're going. We belong to where we're going. Where we
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You're packing magic in ah. You're making habits in ah. You're automatic, you are. The way you are. You cleared a sparkle in ah. You glow in the dark in ah. Make everybody go ah. The way you ar
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Sometimes I get a chill. My secrets crawling out. Of the core of who I am. The raw inside of me When I was seventeen I knew. Just how I wanted life to be. They told me reach out for your dreams.
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Am I the tourist on your street?. Outside the cafes where the thirty-pluses meet. And talk about the weather. And things that you should see Am I the tourist on your street? All day, every other da
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thật sắt. Break my heart 1 vệt cắt. Rắc rắc tiếng con tim vỡ vụn. Khi ta mới vội buông. 30 độ lạnh buốt ya. PRE CHORUS. Ú u u u u u u. Biết đây là điều sắp đặt. Hai ta chỉ đến thế thôi. CHORUS. Mới sáng
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Lay in the middle. I'll be in the basement. Time the rhythm. Racing on the gold card. Hey, middle finger. Sticking through the eye. Of poor little thinkers. Made in the sun. I'm bleeding from
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I'm not telling you again what you need. It's just a slap around. To make everything stow and cure the fall. When you come back down. I'm not everything you want. . I'm just a tease. Maybe a ma
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I've got to liberate first. The list of fiction. My mouth has made first. Eliminate the distance between us I've got to implicate first. The list of lies. My mind has made first. Eliminate the d
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