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Bài hát Red Flavor - Red Velvet. 빨간 맛 궁금해 Honey. 깨물면 점점 녹아든 스트로베리 그 맛. 코너 캔디 샵 찾아 봐 Baby. 내가 제일 좋아하는 건 여름 그 맛. 야자나무 그늘 아래 졸고 싶고. 뜨거운 여름밤의 바람은 불고. 너무 쉽게 사랑 빠져 버릴 나인틴. 우린 제법 어울리고 또 멋져. 좋아 첫눈에 반해 버린. 네가
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Music by Larry Klein words by Joni Mitchell. . Must I forgive you. Each time. And say you don't know what your're doing. There are no victimless crimes. I know of. Out here in these graffiti
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I read that it's all black and white. Ooh, the spectrum made a shade I like. Ooh, those crimson rays of ruby bright. Ah! The technicolor light Red! Red! I want red. There's no substitute for red
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Having isn't bliss, sunshine is amiss. Happy when you're cold, wanna be alone. He's a lot of steam, she's a lot of breath. Takes a lot to see, takes a lot to beg And it's just like Mitchell Lane
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Bài hát Pride - Leanne Mitchell . Cant you see its just the pride in me,. Stopping anything from cutting deep, hurting me. You're just another lasting memory, I need to shake you 'cause you're
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Bài hát Pride - Leanne Mitchell . Cant you see its just the pride in me,. Stopping anything from cutting deep, hurting me. You're just another lasting memory, I need to shake you 'cause you're
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Calling, calling, calling, calling. Yea. (Calling). Calling on it. (Calling) There's a red red sun. And I'm thinkin' of you. I tell it a story. As it sinks out of view One sun apart. One
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Bài hát Red (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift. Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street. Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly. Loving him is like trying
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* of uncle sam. Oh, to be an englishman When you hear the sound of warning. When the only color is. Red, red, red, red. When you hear the sound of warning. When the only color is. Red sky in the
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They say freak,. When you're singled out,. The red,. Well it filters through. So lay down,. The threat is real,. When his sight,. Goes red again. Seeing red again,. Seeing red again. This
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I see red and it hurts my head. I guess it must be somethin' that I read It's the color of your heartbeat. A rising summer sun, the battle lost or won. The flash to fashion, the pulse to passion
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I see red and it hurts my head. I guess it must be somethin' that I read It's the color of your heartbeat. A rising summer sun, the battle lost or won. The flash to fashion, the pulse to passion
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