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Bài hát Alone, Pt. II - Alan Walker, Ava Max. We were young. Posters on the wall. Praying we're the ones. That the teacher wouldn't call. We would stare at each other. 'Cause we were always in
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And if one day I should become. A singer with a Spanish bum. Who sings for women of great virtue. I'd sing to them with a guitar. I borrowed from a coffee bar. Well, what you don't know doesn't h
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In the port of Amsterdam. There's a sailor who sings. Of the dreams that he brings. From the wide open sea. In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sleeps. While the riverbank weeps. With
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Hope for me, I hope for you,. We're snowdrops falling through the night. We'll melt away before we land,. Two teardrops for somebody's hand. Follow me into just one more Spring. Copenhagen, you'r
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As old Joe sat a dyin'. The baby down the hall was cryin'. Somebody had a party goin' on. The fat boy you told tales to. Moved away the other day. To think with no goodbye. He could have gone.
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Voices from a photograph. Laughed from your wall. Screamed through your dreams. Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes Rise and cross the cold bare floor. And watch the moon through frosted gla
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And if one day I should become. A singer with a Spanish bum. Who sings for women of great virtue. I'd sing to them with a guitar. I borrowed from a coffee bar. Well, what you don't know doesn't h
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Each night I meant to say. I missed her through the day. But I'd forget it. I never said it I passed the flower shop. Lord knows I meant to stop. But I said tomorrow. Perhaps tomorrow Tomorrow t
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In the port of Amsterdam. There's a sailor who sings. Of the dreams that he brings. From the wide open sea. In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sleeps. While the riverbank weeps. With
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There's a butterfly circling the beach. Searching the rocks where you are. He chooses your hair, and that's where he belongs. For he's lost like a star Head down, reluctant and warm. You give your
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Joanna. I can't forget the one they call Joanna. We own the summer. Hand in hand, Joanna And now she's always just a tear away. Goodbye you, you long lost summer. Leaving me behind, you. Repeati
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Hope for me, I hope for you,. We're snowdrops falling through the night. We'll melt away before we land,. Two teardrops for somebody's hand. Follow me into just one more Spring. Copenhagen, you'r
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