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Bài hát Mr. Mr. - SNSD. Let’s go mwol geokjeong haneunde neon?. Dwaetgo mwoga tto duryeounde. Jaego tto jaeda neujeobeoryeo. Oh oh ooh woah oh oh ooh woah. Maeil haruga dareuge buranhaejyeoga
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Bài hát Wind Flower - MAMAMOO. Ppeonhadippeonhan nae sarang iyagiya. Heunhadiheunhan ibyeoril ppuniya. Imi algessjiman. Neo eopsneun dongan manhi oeropgo. Himdeulgiman haesseo. Neowa isseul ttae. Wae
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the wind. That boy couldn't sail. He says, I've washed these decks for years. I've carried those pails And oh there is more to this life. Hey Mr Golden Deal. Tell me how does she feel? Does she
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SJ) Because you naughty, naughty, hey! Mr. Simple . Because you naughty, naughty, SUJU ganda! . KYUHYUN) Sesang-ee nae mamdaero ahn dwendago hwaman naemyuhn geuruhl piryo uhbji . SIWON) Guhkjuhngdo
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Bài hát Mr. Chu - A Pink. Hanbeon bomyeon du beon deo bogo sipeo dubeon sebeon bomyeon neoreul deo ango sipeo. Neowa keopeulling keopeulling sone kkigoseo hamkke i gireul geotgo sipeo nan. Maeil
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Bài hát Tìm - Min (St. 319), Mr. A. And at this moment feel like. If I just stay here. We could be together forever, and ever. Chiều hoàng hôn buông đang dần phai. Cô đơn lang thang trôi qua hết
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Sprst du sprst du wie der Wind. Durch die Adern rinnt. Die Wollust bringt. Fhlst du fhlst du. Wie er singt. Sprst du sprst du wie das Blut. Der Wind der Wind wei wer ich bin Der Wind der Wind
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We've taken all you've given. It's gettin' hard to make a livin'. Mr. President, have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us. You may place yourself high above us. Mr. President
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ya'll niggas like the gator band. Y'all niggas need a timeout, who got these niggas all wind up. Cocksucka I'm 7. 30, y'all know where you'll niggas gon wind up. No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice
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The summer wind, came blowin' in from across the sea. It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me. All summer long, we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand. Two sweethearts
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Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind. A restless wind that yearns to wander. And he was born the next of kin. The next of kin to the wayward wind In a lonely shack by a railroad track. He
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Hello Mr. Krinkle. How are you today?. Seems the rumors are about your team might move away. Now, me I'm sentimental. But I'm not one to cry Say there Mr. Krinkle let's cruise the * boat
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The tree of life is a burdensome thing. To those who live a lie. A man without love is no man at all. But a cold bitter wind passing by With heart and soul torn from my breast. I drift through
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The tree of life is a burdensome thing. To those who live a lie. A man without love is no man at all. But a cold bitter wind passing by With heart and soul torn from my breast. I drift through
