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Girl, we might has well see what's up wit these niggas. Hello, Hello, Yeah, what's, oh, oh, what's up? Hey. Yo, this is 20/20, hey, hey, Cris, Cris. So ask 'em if they comin' ova, Oh, okay Yea
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Intro(Nicole Wray) I love you momma, love you momma , love you momma,love you momma , love you momma ,love you momma ,ayyy Chorus(hurricane Chris) momma i just wanna take the time out to say that if i
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Taas lapset pihalla nt. ikkunas alla leikkivn leikkejn. Taas siihen paikallesi ikkunaan jt, siihen ikkunaan jt Lennt vuosien taa. Ne muistot pivittin sut valtaansa saa. Ne Joutsenlauluun etsii
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́m laying here alone so i put you in a song beside my. heartbeat-beat-beat. iknow i have ́nt been the best lately. (ooohh). and i really know now i should give you all my time. (yeah). you really do
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Pride, a lot of good it does alone at night,. Pride, it does'nt matter now whose wrong or right,. I, I hold my head up high for all to see,. I'm, I'm not fooling anyone but me. What good does it d
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Look boy. I cant stand yo butt. You lucky im lesbian Why do you do the things you do. When i have not hurt you. Its Ciara to the rescue. I like the way you strutting you new groove. What can I d
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Verse I. Girl I would die for you. More precious then gold. Is what you are to me. Lay down my life for you. All that you are. Is so special to me. Hook. And I betcha. That you never. Everha
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Pride, a lot of good it does alone at night,. Pride, it does'nt matter now whose wrong or right,. I, I hold my head up high for all to see,. I'm, I'm not fooling anyone but me. What good does it d
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coucheront. Et le soir de la bataille. Des milliers se compteront. Le jour est long, le jour est long. Et la peur est tout au long. Et l'espoir est tout au fond. Et les cris sont des millions. Nous irons vers
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. Mon ble s'envole. Tu en a ras le bol. J'attends, toujours. Mes cris sont sourds. Tu ments, ma Soeur. Tu brises mon coeur. Je pense, tu sais. Erreurs, jamais. J'ecoute, tu parles. Je ne
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Bat la pluie contre mon visage. C'est l'orage qui gronde au loin. Tes dmons sont de passage. Fige le temps arrte mes sentiments. Mes motions font face alors. Tes lments. A quoi me sert ton visag
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? ou tes cris. Ne font plus peur. Dans tes sommeils. Soudain tes nuits. Ont moins de pleurs. . . . M?me si l'oubli parfois t'appelle. Ton d?sert est moins rebel. Que leur ignorance cruelle