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I hate your photos. Your stupid sports clothes. I'm your lover. And your reject too. . She's an idiot. Not illiterate. De-censored. Mute playboy. . Love, love is a heavy word. I said love
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The road is long, with many a winding turn. That leads us to who knows where, who knows where. But I'm strong, strong enough to carry him. He ain't heavy - he's my brother So on we go, his welfare
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I'm running out of time. I'm out of step and closing down. And never sleep for wanting hours. The empty hours of greed And uselessly always the need. To feel again the real belief. Of something
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dead. Stumbled on this old sun dial, then these words I read. I only count the sunny hours, brightest hours of day. I never count the gloomy hours, I let them slip away. And I realize I'm away
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Words and music by tom petersson and rick nielsen. . I know, you know something's wrong,. Still, I gotta go home. He knows, she knows,. Shut all the doors and lock all the windows. Heavy, heavy
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had a few hours before. So he ran to the window after hearing a sound. But all he could see on the snow covered ground. Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn. And all of his clothes were ragged and
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and best. So he listened with only joy in his heart. And with every sound he would rise with a start. And look for the Lord to be at his door. Like the vision he had had a few hours before. So he ran to
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Words and music by tom petersson and rick nielsen. . I know, you know something's wrong,. Still, I gotta go home. He knows, she knows,. Shut all the doors and lock all the windows. Heavy, heavy
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Words and music by tom petersson and rick nielsen. . I know, you know something's wrong,. Still, I gotta go home. He knows, she knows,. Shut all the doors and lock all the windows. Heavy, heavy
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Words and music by tom petersson and rick nielsen. . I know, you know something's wrong,. Still, I gotta go home. He knows, she knows,. Shut all the doors and lock all the windows. Heavy, heavy
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Words and music by tom petersson and rick nielsen. . I know, you know something's wrong,. Still, I gotta go home. He knows, she knows,. Shut all the doors and lock all the windows. Heavy, heavy
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Words and music by tom petersson and rick nielsen. . I know, you know something's wrong,. Still, I gotta go home. He knows, she knows,. Shut all the doors and lock all the windows. Heavy, heavy
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drive myself crazy. Thinking everything's about me. Yeah, I drive myself crazy. 'Cause I can’t escape the gravity. Chorus Chester Bennington & Kiiara. I'm holding on. Why is everything so heavy?. Holding
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Bài hát Heavy Lifting - Carly Rae Jepsen. You undo me. I'm a happy mess. My dress slips to the floor. And I pose, what an amateur. To be like this! "exposed". You deny the other side of me. That
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Song Heavy - Katy B, Mr. Mitch. Writing's on the wall. See me folding. Fighting when you call what's. Beholding. Fired up, my mistakes. Now have cost this. Tied up, here with tape. Held me hostage
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heavy metal and reflective. I could get that! (That's the loveliest thing I've ever heard). I be cherry deeky. When I swell up. Get that best dick I be very cheeky. Bitch I'm better. Bet you red
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Dearest darlin I had to write to say that I won't be home anymore. Cos somethin happend to me while I was driving home. And I'm not the same anymore. Oh I was only 24 hours from Tulsa. Ah only
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I count the hours, day and night Forget how many lonely days gone by I don't even care about the weather in your town How can I let you pass me by? I count the hours, day and night Forget how many
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Bài hát Fall Into The Sky (Extended Mix) - Zedd, Lucky Date, Ellie Goulding. This feeling is heavy. Makes my body ache and I’m ready. To fall into the sky. I see now. The reason why. My heart is
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Dearest darlin'. I had to write to say that I won't be home anymore. 'Cause something happened to me. While I was drivin' home and I'm not the same anymore. . Oh, I was only twenty four hours
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In the wee small hours of the morning. While the whole wide world is fast asleep. You lie awake and think about the girl. And never even think of counting sheep. . When your lonely heart has
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Chevy. seven trail donka truck. All I need is some vodka and some chunka coke. And watch a chick get donkey konged. Baby if you’re ready for things to get heavy. I get on the floor and act a fool if you
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I eat heavy metal and gargle premium gas. I drink heavy water and nitro-demitasse. I eat heavy metal and chew up a Limousine. I munch barbed wire in my submarine I like stainless razor, sharpen
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Dearest darlin', I had to write to say. That I won't be home anymore. For somethin' happened to me as I was driving home. And I'm not the same anymore. . Oh, I was only 24 hours from Tulsa. Oh
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to strike the match. You get me hot and heavy. Something in your eyes. I'm willing and I'm ready. To set my heart on fire. You get me hot and heavy. You get me hot and heavy. You make me feel like ooh
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The seconds run away, minutes passed. At speeds we can run at. As hours start to fade deep into night. I'm not in the mood for laughing It's slipping away. There's nothing we can do. It's
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keep it moving in heavy rotation. Once I get hot, no I don't stop. Watch me like a video press rewind and let it keep playing. And playin in heavy rotation. . Tell the dj bring it back bring it back
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a rose for every dream. That heaven knowsyou gave me. If I sign each letter with a kiss for all. The tears you saved me. I'll take from now until forever and the day it's true. 'Cause four and
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, your love's about. To make the stars come out. Coldplay & Beyoncé. Put your wings on me, wings on me. When I was so heavy. We're on a symphony. When I'm lower, lower, lower, low. Coldplay. Got me feeling
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feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel Intro Rick Ross. You know we got em. 45s, machine guns, heavy artillery. We got those grenades on your ass, nigga. Boss. Black Wall Street. I'm in that
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the answer, cause it was right there all the time. . Heavy makes you happy, I just got to say. Put on your heavy, if I can't feel this way. . Come on, come on. . Do it, do it, do it, do it
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, baby. (Ho 'head, Heavy). Yo, you killin' me, baby. (Go 'head, Heavy). So yo, you killin' me, baby. (Go 'head, Heavy). . Toss Cognac, the boss on dat, spit semi-'matic. Pimp habits, mack status
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with a broken heart. Wishin' you'd come home 'cause. Sitting here with breakin' hearts. I just can't go on. I'm trudging water all through the house. I thought it was from my kitchen sink. I phoned