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Song Beatbox - Sandi Thom. For every lovers kiss. For every child that laughs. And every moment missed. For every dream I've cast. And every flower that blooms. It keeps reminding me. That your heart
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. Yêu anh từ lâu, mà chưa được câu nói gì. Vì yêu anh đậm sậu, mà chưa được câu tỏ tình. Hay là duyên số không cho. Yêu em không hề sai nhá,Yêu em thơm trọn hai má,. Yêu em không hề sai nhá, yêu em đi
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Thom Pettie that ho. Thom Pettie that ho. Thom Pettie that ho. Free falling, Thom Pettie. Thom Pettie that ho. Thom Pettie that ho. Thom Pettie that ho. Freefalling, we up all night Verse 1
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All the hate in this world I adore. Thousands of legions. With black heart core. Riding high are my horsemen of four. Nothings safe -. No one cares -- that's a fact. . Hell - unholy kingdom
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Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell. Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell Ambition? Yeah, if all I've heard is true. There's nothin' much I can do to change the world, it's irreversible. But in what
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Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell. Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell Ambition? Yeah, if all I've heard is true. There's nothin' much I can do to change the world, it's irreversible. But in what
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, yeah. Now I'm starting my life on my own. In the virgin unknown Hell, hell no. Oh where do we belong?. In this place, where we fight. Oh where did we go wrong? There's a place in the misty air. Not
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Thơm như là gió. Em thơm như nắng mai. Em thơm luôn cả trái tim mình đấy. Thơm thật nồng cháy. Thơm luôn môi đến vai. Hương thơm em sẽ khiến anh nhớ hoài. Em lười yêu đã từ lâu lắm rồi. Từ khi em
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Thom Pettie that ho. Thom Pettie that ho. Thom Pettie that ho. Free fallin, Thom Pettie. . Thom Pettie that ho. Thom Pettie that ho. Thom Pettie that ho. Free fallin, we up all night. . I
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We hang tough when the chips are low. Can't buy enough so we steal the show. We get so hot we can't cool down. So the hell with that we're rippin' through your town We've had enough of the raw
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Oh Hell. What did I do last. Oh well. Sittin' in this bed like a cold jail. Head spinnin' out of control Oh Hell. What did I do last. Oh well. Sittin' in this bed like a cold jail. Head
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watching. Makin' their dreams out of paper mache. Cliche wasted, hate taste tested Hell yes, I'm movin' this way, I'm doin' this thing. (Please enjoy). Hell yes, I'm turnin' it on, I'm workin' my legs
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doesn't fit. I am all of these things, I am this and more It's hell above the water. Hell above the water. Hell above the water. Hell above the water I'm the one in command, look at the state that I'm
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