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When a man loves a woman. Can't keep his mind on nothin' else. He'd trade the world. For a good thing he's found. If she is bad, he can't see it
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Bài hát A La Plus Haute Branche - Celine Dion. À la claire fontaine, m'en allant promener. . Pendu à la plus haute branche. Parmi les fruits du marronnier. On dirait que tu te balances. Je
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Down every road there's always one more city. I'm on the run, the highway is my home. . I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days. While Mama used to pray my crops would fail. I'm a hunted
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We are having a party dancing to the music. Played by the D. J. on the radio. The Cokes are in the ice box, popcorn's on the table. Me and my baby, we're out here on the floor So mister, mister D
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Bài hát D. D. (Album Version) - The Weeknd. Verse 1. You'll never make me stay so take your weight off of me. I know your every move, so won't you please let me be. I've been here times before but I
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don't rust. Girls make a fuzz for the lover they lust. Nature takin' it's course so precise. Provin' Heavy D can strike more than twice. . Pronto, snuggle, better yet cuddle. Happy like a little kid
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. Yeah. F No, no, no, d-d-d-d-d-d-d bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap!. K What? Whatd I do? Whatd I do?. F You pick it up from the neck! This is not the way you pick up a guitar!. K I just picked it up
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Song Christmas in Hollis - Run-D. M. C. It was December 24th on Hollis Ave after dark. When I seen a man chilling with his dog in the park. I approached very slowly with my heart full of fear. Looked
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. Mong một ngày được gọi nhắc tên. Giờ thì bao câu ca của ta. Đã cất vang đến khắp mọi nơi. Like a star, like a star. Like a star, like a star. Như ánh sao sáng nhất thiên hà. Like a star, like a star
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Well, she showed her navel. She wore a label. She wore it thigh-high Well, old-time sticky lipstick. Knockin' at my door. I just say bye-bye Well, it's a plain shame. It took me all this time to
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She wore a dress with cherries on it. Going somewhere where she'd be wanted. A town this small, all they do is talk. No wedding ring chipped fingernail polish. She always wished that she could go
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I was thinkin' 'bout her, thinkin' 'bout me. Thinkin' 'bout us, what we gonna be. Opened my eyes, yeah. It was only just a dream. So I traveled back down that road. Wish she'd come back, no one knows