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It seems as though I've lived my life. On the bad side of the moon. To stir your dregs in sickness still. Without the rustic spoon. . Common people live with me. Where the light has never shone
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. . But now the days grow short. I'm in the autumn of the year. And now I think of my life as vintage wine. >from fine old kegs. >from the brim to the dregs. And it poured sweet and clear. It was a
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It seems as though I've lived my life. On the bad side of the moon. To stir your dregs in sickness still. Without the rustic spoon Common people live with me. Where the light has never shone
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-ah, bitter dregs. . With smiling words and tender touch, . Man offers little and asks for so much. He loves in the breathless excitement of night, . Then leaves with your treasure in cold morning
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. . But now the days grow short. I'm in the autumn of the year. And now I think of my life as vintage wine. >from fine old kegs. >from the brim to the dregs. And it poured sweet and clear. It was a
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now, hot to the touch. Concrete underground, cast out everyday, the dregs of society. Underbelly, inside of me, rejoice and follow thee. I wanted to get right. I wanted to get right. I wanted to
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Bài hát Top Of The World - The Carpenters. Such a feelin's comin' over me . There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see. Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes. And I won't be surprised if
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yourself, stirring the dregs, where I have laid The exit signs are flashing dead ends. They won't come to life anymore I pledged the rest, I should have guessed. Your love was hangin' by threads. Tongues
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Bài hát The Hills - The Weeknd. Your man on the road, he doin' promo. You said, "Keep our business on the low-low". I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone. 'Cause you look even better than the
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Tell as old as time, true as it can be Barely even friends, then somebody bends Unexpectedly Just a little change Small to say the least Both a little scared Neither one prepared To the end there'll
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are short, I'm in the autumn of my years. And I think of my life as vintage wine. From fine old kegs. From the brim to the dregs. It poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year
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Bài hát Made In The USA - Demi Lovato. Our love runs deep like a Chevy. If you fall, I’ll fall with you baby. ‘Cause that’s the way you like to do it. And that’s the way you like. You run around
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Virgophrenic ass. Through which the sludge is passed. Colypeptic chyme. It always hurts the first time Defecate, remove the dregs Terminal colorrhagia. With an afterbirth of chyle. Saponaceous foam. To you
