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looking to run, well then you've already ran. I break down like a woman. I break down like a woman I'll go back to Rock City,. That's where she saw me. Everybody's seen her, everyone believes me I've
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This is the City of the Dead. As we lie side by side in bed. I'd do something else instead. It is the City of the Dead When we went out kickin' around. But you got drunk an' fallen down. An' I
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Shout out những tâm hồn nơi đang cô đơn in the city. Đắm mình trong căn phòng with the homie in the city. Khói vẫn cứ bay trong private party in the city. Khác biệt với số đông yeah we lonely in the
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thunes (bass). Chad wackerman (drums) City of tiny lites. Don't you wanna go. Hear the tiny auto horns. When they tiny blow. Tiny lightnin'. In the storm. Tiny blankets. Gonna keep you warm. Tiny
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Bài hát Drive On - Avalanche City. In the car on the way to the city. In the morning it was foggy on the windscreen. We talked about the day ahead. And shouldn't we just run away instead. We started
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2020 We’re gonna get ’em. Stray Kids in the building. We’re gonna go ALL IN. Just do whatever we want. Holla at ya’ll. Ey let’s go. Tobasu ze hanakara dekkaku. Zettai nogasenai Game plan. Tomerarete
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Tha Producer. Scene kids, Ghetto jeans, Gangstas,. 40's and the bling-bling sidekicks. Rollin with the cleanest feel. Shorties, Homies, Hollywood, Moscow,. Shake that ass like you care,. Wave
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ruined their lives I'm a bad kid. And I'll survive. Oh I'm a bad kid. Don't know wrong from right. I'm a bad kid and this is my life. One of the bad kids. Don't know wrong from right. (This is my
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saram in geuge baro uri sogaemal. We're special yeah. Stray Kids nae dwiye timeun teuksubudae. Stage wi geu jachero igeon teukbyeol mudae. Gwanjungdeureun ttaro piryo eopji chukje. Jeolje ttawi piryo
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Bài hát Summer Night City - ABBA. In the night a new day dawning. And the first birds start to sing. In the pale light of the morning. Nothing's worth remembering. It's a dream, it's out of reach
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. Familiar words at the top of the hour. The jamming city increases its hum, and those. Terrible words continue to come. Through brass music of government, hear those. Guns tattoo a roll on the drums No
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Kids in the Street. The All American Reject. In the night, in the beat city light. We steal ourselves away and hold on tight. You were there, yeah, we were all there. Too young, too smart, too much
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