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death valley nights. (Babe). What I need death valley nights. (Babe, babe). What I need, death valley nights. (I need you before I lose my mind) I need you. What I need death valley nights. What I
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death valley nights. (Babe). What I need death valley nights. (Babe, babe). What I need, death valley nights. (I need you before I lose my mind) I need you. What I need death valley nights. What I
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Bài hát Death Valley - Fall Out Boy. I wanna see your animal side. Let it all out. I wanna see the dirt. Under your skin. I need your broken promises. I want the guts and glory, baby, baby. This
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Intro. Artificial death in the west, east. Pyramids on deck shine. Wet hair on her neck, breathe. She shoot pussy through your chest, you die Hook. There was a artificial death in the west, east
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Valley Girl. She's a Valley Girl. Valley Girl. She's a Valley Girl. Okay, fine. Fer sure, fer sure. She's a Valley Girl. In a clothing store. Okay, fine. Fer sure, fer sure. She's a Valley
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You gotta walk that lonesome valley. And you gotta walk, walk it by yourself. Nobody else can walk it for you. You gotta walk, walk it by yourself Jesus walked this lonesome valley. And He had to
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These are days of hit and run in the stream with everyone. Is a moments of our lives. On a wandering river, going on together. Many journeys to arrive I've been walking through the valley
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These are days of hit and run in the stream with everyone. Is a moments of our lives. On a wandering river, going on together. Many journeys to arrive I've been walking through the valley
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I will take your final breath. And I will be your last regret. Cold blood runs in my blackened heart. Tearing every soul apart Messenger of death wields the scythe. Of man's damnation. Messenger
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I will take your final breath. And I will be your last regret. Cold blood runs in my blackened heart. Tearing every soul apart Messenger of death wields the scythe. Of man's damnation. Messenger
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Little death, witchy hex. Leave disturbance in my head. Cowboy mouth, Indian blood. Little death, the perfect curse Little death, thief of fire. Love you baby 'til the day I die. Cloven hoof
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Oh, kiss the mountain air we breathe. Good-bye it's time to fly. Sparrow climb, the air is thinner,. Open wings cast this valley in the shade. Fires dance the shadows. Winds whisper the trees
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