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blood bullet hit him like a tour bus. . Check the time on my Bevardo, my jazzy bitch in Milano. With niggaz pay me the model. Sway Louis on my feet, still runnin' the street. And I never missed a
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late night didn't taste right True words that I should know. Blood on my hands. When you looked around I couldn't be found. A crime's a crime, I'll have to pay Now I find that I'm thigh deep. Too
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Blood red lips traced with a tongue they shine,. Cut theought a crowded room. A look can say a lot sometimes. And so I take all my past attractions. And project on you. Every dissapointment and
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'Cause I haven't the strength to hold out too long. If we both hold on together we can make each other strong After all we're flesh 'n' blood. After all we're flesh 'n' blood. After all we're flesh 'n
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blood bullet hit him like a tour bus. . Check the time on my Bevardo, my jazzy bitch in Milano. With niggaz pay me the model. Sway Louis on my feet, still runnin' the street. And I never missed a
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I don't wanna be ignored, oh God. When I'm a gun in a fist fight. You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat. Your blood drool attracts the flies I give a little to you, I give a little to him
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. Stakes have never been higher. Come back when you're younger. Cuz I can feel the thunder. 1-800-It's-Time OOOOOOHHHHH YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. We came. we came. we came through blood and fire. We came
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I don't wanna be ignored, oh God. When I'm a gun in a fist fight. You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat. Your blood drool attracts the flies I give a little to you, I give a little to him
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. . The day will come. When the last drop of blood has drawn from this earth. The day will come. When the wicked will receive their punishment. The day will come. When angels swing their unforgiving
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. Fueling the hellfire with evil hearts. The smell of blood- inhaled by the mournful night. Domination of pain- the path of eternal suffocation. Hasting into the condition of unreal. . Eyes of the dead
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your number. And Susie's got your friend. Look who took you under. With seven inches in. BLOOD IS ON THE DANCEFLOOR. Blood is on the knife. Susie's got your number. And Susie says it right. She got your
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mind Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh and blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. Well, you know The seed waits for the reaper to sow. And every breath, an art. The
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mind Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh and blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. Well, you know The seed waits for the reaper to sow. And every breath, an art. The
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. To dance a sweet ballet. . Oh if you lost your way. And it drove you crazy. You would still have me. We work together you'll see. Blood sweat and tears. Blood sweat and tears. I know sometimes
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stops, it forever just builds. (To tear us down) Dont let them break you. Dont let them grind you down. Dont let them slit your throat. Dont let them bleed you dry Nothing is sacred. Blood Money and
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. What would the motherfuckin' west coast be without one crip and. . Chorus. One blood {*4X*}. Blood {*9X*}. One blood {*4X*}. . Verse 2. I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala. Where niggaz say
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. What would the motherfuckin' west coast be without one crip and. . Chorus. One blood {*4X*}. Blood {*9X*}. One blood {*4X*}. . Verse 2. I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala. Where niggaz say
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And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga. Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, blood in my eyes. Shyea', Triple O stand up, got your mind's back right. Jerse's mobbin' these cowards all
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. What would the motherfuckin' west coast be without one crip and. . Chorus. One blood {*4X*}. Blood {*9X*}. One blood {*4X*}. . Verse 2. I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala. Where niggaz say
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'Cause I haven't the strength to hold out too long. If we both hold on together we can make each other strong After all we're flesh 'n' blood. After all we're flesh 'n' blood. After all we're flesh 'n
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『Bon Jovi—Blood On Blood』. |Bon Jovi Ghost |. I can still remember. When I was just a kid. When friends were friends forever. And what you said was what you did. Well, it was me and Danny and Bobby
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All I hear is gun shots. Can I touch something?. What the blood claat!. Niggaz want tical make it happen. You know my fuckin' style * the rappin'. We can take it back to eighty five if you
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Bài hát Suck Your Blood (Vocal Benjamin Anderson & Mpi) - Hiroyuki Sawano. Come on! Fly away. You don't know who I am. You must try me on. Shut your mouth and follow me. I don't wanna go to sleep
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Bài hát Blood Of The Creed - Miracle of Sound. Out into the wild . Indigenous child . Surviving formidable trials . I stand in the rain . Scanning the plains . In pursuit of the villainous bile . Who
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Just a shakin' in my knees. Just a cold chill. Don't know what it is. Some call it a thrill. Just a lump in my throat. Just hot blood. Don't know what it is. Some call it love. Well, I saw
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mind. . Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh & blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. . Well, you know. . The seed waits for the reaper to sew. Every breath an art. The
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mind. . Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh & blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. . Well, you know. . The seed waits for the reaper to sew. Every breath an art. The
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mind. . Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh & blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. . Well, you know. . The seed waits for the reaper to sew. Every breath an art. The
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Bài hát Fresh Blood (Dracula The Musical Studio Cast Recording) - James Barbour. Dracula. Sa nul atengeti! V-am dat un ordin! Nati vrut sal teniti! . I told you this man belongs to me! . Vampire
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Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Blood on the leaves I just need to clear my mind now. It's been racin' since the summertime. Now I'm holdin' down the summer now. And all I want is
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Bài hát My Blood - Westlife. You came home crying from school today. Walked past me trying to hide the tears there on your face. It's hard for me to explain. How humans find the pleasure of causing
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All of this comes crashing down,. Cornerstone's gone. Sleepless. Hopeless. No end in sight. Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe. Rest comes easy to the guitless. The vampire
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