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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 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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. 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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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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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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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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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 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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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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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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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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Super-man. Super-man-man. Super-man. Super-man-man. Superman is on the air. I'm flying in my super red underwear. His sexy dress is turning me on. I feel kinda hot when I'm puttin' it on. He has got
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matgyeo. Da gati SUPER Clap. Nareul ttara SUPER Clap. Modu SUPER Clap. SUPER Clap. Ttak joheun Vibe. Dudung Hit the bass. Let's hit the bass. Jjak sorie mom baneunghae. Da momeul kkulleongyeo dance. Heoriwa
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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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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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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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like craters on the moon. See the funny side of it. We'll be living in them soon But it's a super life. A super dupa dupa life we live. Yes, it's a super life. A super dupa dupa life we live But
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like craters on the moon. See the funny side of it. We'll be living in them soon But it's a super life. A super dupa dupa life we live. Yes, it's a super life. A super dupa dupa life we live But
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. Badman, hit 'em on his cellular. Signal in the sky, yea there he go That's my baby. He be puttin' it down. I love my baby. We go round and round You know that I. I'm super turnt up. Boy your love got
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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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will take you higher (I will take you higher). Till the world explodes (till the world explodes). Just like a super collider (like a super collider) This could be, all the heaven you see. Life can be
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I'm super shy, super shy. But wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine. Tteollineun jigeumdo, you're on my mind all the time. I wanna tell you but, I'm super shy, super shy. I'm super shy
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Rick James. Super Freak. She's a very kinky girl. The kind you don't take home to mother. She will never let your spirits down. Once you get her off the street, ow girl. She likes the boys in
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Rick James. Super Freak. She's a very kinky girl. The kind you don't take home to mother. She will never let your spirits down. Once you get her off the street, ow girl. She likes the boys in
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Rick James. Super Freak. She's a very kinky girl. The kind you don't take home to mother. She will never let your spirits down. Once you get her off the street, ow girl. She likes the boys in
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Bài hát Jump Up, Super Star! - The Super Mario Players, Kate Davis. Verse 1. Here we go, off the rails. Don't you know it's time to raise our sails?. It's freedom like you never knew. Don't need bags
