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Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. . Keep on truckin, baby. I got to keep on truckin. Got to get to your good lovin. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. . Shame. A double shame on me, yeah. Love. Love, I let it
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Bài hát Keep On Truckin - Tim McGraw. So your top don't pop, and your roll don't rock. But the clock don't stop cause your feet don't feel the groove. Your high feels low, and your cash don't flow
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Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. . Keep on truckin, baby. I got to keep on truckin. Got to get to your good lovin. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. . Shame. A double shame on me, yeah. Love. Love, I let it
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Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. . Keep on truckin, baby. I got to keep on truckin. Got to get to your good lovin. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. . Shame. A double shame on me, yeah. Love. Love, I let it
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Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. . Keep on truckin, baby. I got to keep on truckin. Got to get to your good lovin. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. . Shame. A double shame on me, yeah. Love. Love, I let it
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Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. . Keep on truckin, baby. I got to keep on truckin. Got to get to your good lovin. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. . Shame. A double shame on me, yeah. Love. Love, I let it
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Keep Driving Lyrics. Verse 1. Black and white film. Camera, yellow sunglasses. Ashtray, swimming pool. Hot wax, jump off the roof. Chorus. A small concern with how the engine sounds. We held
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right by me. Truck drivin' man, guitar. Truck driver Well I'm truckin' on down from Memphis. Cruisin' down to New Orleans. Tonight he sleeps alone with a Cajun Queen. Well there's smoke from the
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Truck-on truck-on truck-on truck-on tyke. Truck-on truck-on truck-on truck-on tyke. O tyke baby. you're a slender living lady. you're dynamite yeah. You're a jeep mouth bouncer you're a right on
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won't do it my slip. Keep your hands on the wheel I can't help it if I slip. On the wheel Jeff is driving fine and I'm starting to move. There is such a fine line between a rut and a group Keep your
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Driving through the long night trying to figure. Who's right and who's wrong, now the kid has gone. I sit belted up tight, she sucks on a match light. Glowing bronze, steering on And I might be
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Driving and driving. Thinking about you. Keep the car in the lines. What else would I do. I look straight ahead. Lock all of my doors. So tired of driving. Don wanna drive no more Driving and
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don’t get it confused no. Cos you will lose yeah. Now pump it up. And back it up like a Tonka truck. If you go hard you gotta Get on the floor. If you're a party freak then step on the floor. If your an
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We had a lot of luck on Venus. We always had a ball on Mars. Meeting all the groovey people. We've rocked the Milky Way so far. We danced around with Borealice. We're space truckin' round the
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We had a lot of luck on Venus. We always had a ball on Mars. Meeting all the groovey people. We've rocked the Milky Way so far. We danced around with Borealice. We're space truckin' round the
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We had a lot of luck on Venus. We always had a ball on Mars. Meeting all the groovey people. We've rocked the Milky Way so far. We danced around with Borealice. We're space truckin' round the
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squeezin' me too tight. It's friday night, let's run tonight. Till the morning light Keep on runnin', keep on hidin'. Keep on runnin' away. It's okay, it's alright. It's okay, it's alright And if it
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up my door You're the engine that keeps me running. You're the motor that keeps me coming. To the road that keeps on winding. Coming to the love, I keep on finding Every time you touch me. Starts
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up my door You're the engine that keeps me running. You're the motor that keeps me coming. To the road that keeps on winding. Coming to the love, I keep on finding Every time you touch me. Starts
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Bài hát Fire Truck - NCT 127. Get it lifted. Wha-wha-wha-wha-what? Fire truck!. Eodil bwa mr. Fireman on the floor. Bul jipyeobwa i yeolgireul sikhyeojulge. Bulmani gadeukchan geot deo
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Tonight I'm driving, heading south. Got no reason to turn around. I'm always running, it's in my blood. Can't say goodbye fast enough I'll keep moving 'til I get somewhere. Keep believing there's
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She was seventeen. And I was on my knees. She was the best looking girl. That I had ever seen Keep your boots on. Keep your boots on Whoa Heads keep unverified. Lips are burning. We are singing
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She was seventeen. And I was on my knees. She was the best looking girl. That I had ever seen Keep your boots on. Keep your boots on Whoa Heads keep unverified. Lips are burning. We are singing
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