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Bài hát John Doe - B. o. B, Priscilla. Intro Priscilla Renea. Seems like your heart stops working. The minute they close the curtain. And take off your mask. And take off your costume. And if anyone
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. You got a memory even shorter than your dress. But there's nothing you don't know Priscilla, Priscilla. Nearly sixteen but they treat you like a kid. Priscilla, Priscilla. They're gonna kill you for
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Bài hát UGL Cypher - Zxdiac, Dflow, GOC, Tronie D. We are UGL, from the Northside, ah yeh x4. Verse 1 Dflow . All the night, trong phòng thu. Vang cả khu và không mờ phải. Cơ hội tới, trong tầm tay
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Hook . Bầu trời tăm tối bao ưu tư mang về đây. Nhấc chén rượu lên nhưng tại sao không thể say. Chìm vào u mê quay ngược thời gian . Ngày mà đôi ta còn bao nhiêu lời hay. Và rồi ánh nắng mang đôi chân
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She'd come to my house. And dance in the hall. With the music up loud. Against the light on the wall And I danced beside her. Feeling no shame. We were in costume. And this was a game She'd put
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. Geurae geurae geureoke. Dumchit kung chikita. Meotdaero D-D-D-D-Dance. Mamdaero D-D-D-D-Dance. Ttarahae. Neoui soneul jjuk ppeo***. Keun woneul mandeureo. Tto baneul gareumyeo. Take my heart. I got you. I
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. You got a memory even shorter than your dress. But there's nothing you don't know Priscilla, Priscilla. Nearly sixteen but they treat you like a kid. Priscilla, Priscilla. They're gonna kill you for
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When I saw you standing there. I bout fell out my chair. And when you moved your mouth to speak. I felt the blood go to my feet. Now it took time for me to know. what you tried so not to show. Now som
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Intro. Yeah, land of the free. Home of the hard, home of the tough. Survivors Verse 1. We some gun toting, church going. Eighteen wheel rolling. Bag slangin, flag waving. At the dinner table pr
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If I had to say what love feels like. I'd say you. If I had to say what love tastes like. I'd say you If I had to show what love looks like. That's an easy thing to do. I'd pick your favorite col
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Words and music by bun e. carlos & rick nielsen. . Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world.
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Words and music by bun e. carlos & rick nielsen. . Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world.
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If money grew on hackberry trees. If time wasn't such a luxury. If love was lovesick over me. That'd be alright If I could keep the wind in my sails. Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail. A half
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You'd be so nice to come home to. You'd be so nice by my fire. While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby. You'd be all that I could desire. . Under stars chilled by the winter. Under an August mo
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When I stole a twig from our little nest. And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak. I had my balls and my brains put into a vice. And twisted around for a whole fuckin' week "Why'd you do it?
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mine O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life itself Writings appear on the wall. The curtains part and landscape fall. Well, their the writings done in blood
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mine O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life itself Writings appear on the wall. The curtains part and landscape fall. Well, their the writings done in blood
