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Bài hát On My Way - Alan Walker, Sabrina Carpenter, Farruko. I'm sorry but. Don't wanna talk, I need a moment before I go. It's nothing personal. I draw the blinds. They don't need to see my cry
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. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Yeah, we're united under our indifference. And I'm
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This is the remix. Uuoohh (Jajaja). Yandel (Farruko). This is another one. Carbon Fiber Music (Jajaja) Yandel. Se, lo sé que está loca, loca por tenerme. Yo lo sé, te digo qué. Que yo también
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eyebrows and skin of satin. Smiling seductive and endlessly Latin. Olympic body on dancing feet. Perfume thickening the air like heat. A transient star of gay bar fame. You quit your job and changed
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, shake it, shake it, Lupe. Watusi pretty baby, yeah. C'mon and do the hoochie-coo. Mash 'em up pretty baby. Little Latin Lupe Lu. If you wanna do the Twist. Lupe Lu could put her down. If you Wah
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this longing in my heart. I knew it right from the start. CHORUS. Oh my pretty pretty boy. I love you. Like I never ever loved no one before you. Pretty pretty boy you're mine. Just tell me you love me
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. Malhaebwa yeah neukkyeobwa mm mm. Take him to the sky. You know I hype you boy. Nuneul gama. Malhaebwa yeah neukkyeobwa mm mm. Take him to the sky. You know I hype you boy. Jame deullyeogo jame deullyeo haedo
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Take you back to a cotton field. In the heart of lousiana. Little boy about nine years old. Sings a song in the heat of the day. Mama cried when her little boy sang. She knew he could be someone
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your heart. And bring it on to me Come on boy. You mean the world to me. Come on boy. I love you secretly. I dream each night. That you are gonna hold me tight Come on boy, come on boy. And take
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your heart. And bring it on to me Come on boy. You mean the world to me. Come on boy. I love you secretly. I dream each night. That you are gonna hold me tight Come on boy, come on boy. And take
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grown up. And I? Ve turned into a man. . Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. But they still call me boy. Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. And I? Ll be jumping for joy
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grown up. And I? Ve turned into a man. . Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. But they still call me boy. Drop the boy drop the boy. I? M a man, yes I am. And I? Ll be jumping for joy
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Surfer boy, surfer boy. Look at the way, the way he rides. He rides, he rides oh so high. Look at the way, the way he rides. He rides, he rides, oh so high My surfer boy riding waves just for joy
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a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
