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lúc này. Giọng ai đó như MR. AYO. Bài hát đó cũng vui mà . Nó nói rằng là. Get out n Get drunk 2nite. Để quên KOTA đi. Uống uống uống uống. Uống say đi mà. Get out n Get drunk 2nite. Để quên KOTA đi
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They call me mr. carbohydrate. It's the only thing i can digest. Xenophobia or general disinterest. I must catch up with all this stuff. . They call me a boring fuckhead. They say i might as
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the man. If we meet someday, you can bet I would say. That it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend
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it rain for fun wussup Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17. 5. I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots. Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr
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tiHey,Mr. DJ (Keep Playin' This Song). arBackstreet Boys. alBackstreet's Back. offset500. Aah, Backstreet. Yes yes y'all. One time, here we go (yes yes y'all). Ooh ooh (2x). Yes yes y'all. I could
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Not a single day goes by. Show me what is through my mind. I know somebody kiden at mine. I'm so missing you (I'm so missing you). And until 'cause some helepher shaded. I know we have the special bab
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in a bed,. . Call me Mr Demolition Ball. Call me Mr Demolition Ball. Call me Mr Demolition Ball. Call me Mr Demolition Ba-aaa-aa-ll. . But we leave problems till the morning,. Speckled windows
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So called Mr Rock And Roll. Is dancing on his own again. Talking on his phone again. To someone who tells him that his balance is low. He's got no where to go. He's on his own again. . Rock
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So called Mr Rock And Roll. Is dancing on his own again. Talking on his phone again. To someone who tells him that his balance is low. He's got no where to go. He's on his own again. . Rock
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Bài hát Blue Pool - Vanessa Carlton. Verse 1. Man, it's so nice to see you again. You're the great blue pool in L. A. And I close my book, move my bag, make some space. Cause it's time to give that
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Speeding into the horizon. Dreaming of the sirens. Wishing for broken glass on a highway. It could be so easy The rhythm, rhythm of an engine. Always makes me empty. I see the headlights coming a
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Watching puddles gather rain. There's no better place to lay. She's as fine as dandelions blowin' in the wind. She's not thinkin' about anything She floats. She floats. Floats Wearin' black paten
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