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anymore We could've been, we could've been Eighty years old, sipping on history. Every drop, taste every memory. Under the stars. Looking back on this beautiful love that we made. Holding your hand We
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Nghe rất mơ hồ cây lá lặng lờ. Có tiếng chim xa mờ. Xa mờ. Bóng nắng qua thềm, cánh bướm im lìm. Nghe tiếng chuông thoang thoảng. Thoang thoảng. Lời chuông như đưa tôi đến miền rất lạ. Miền cổ tích
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Chương Mỹ quê hương anh hùng. Sáng tác Phi Thường. Đường về quê tôi, ven đường số sáu. Đây Trăm Gian chùa, huyền thoại cổ kính linh thiêng. Đoàn quân năm xưa, trung dũng kiên cường. Trai tài gái đảm
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Verse 1. Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is Britain. His history consisted of robbery killin' and pimpin. Filthy rich and the biggest killer that you ever seen. Once I'm older I'm takin
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em thì ngâm nga . Đôi ba lời ca xưa anh viết cho. Mẹ thấy hình ảnh đó, mẹ hỏi đầy âu lo . Vì sao chẳng còn thấy anh bên em nói cười . Mẹ em nhắc anh sao lâu nay anh không về qua nơi đây. Chẳng quan
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Bài hát History Maker (Yuri!!! On Ice Opening) - Dean Fujioka (Đằng Cương Điện). Can you hear my heartbeat?. Tired of feeling never enough. I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come
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. It's a mystery. You want some history. It's a mystery So last night you got up and out of this room. The ceiling is peeling and covered in gloom. But Jaguar Shoes is the best you can stay
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. . Today a poet who cant play guitar. Tomorrow steve ovett has injured his calf. Next year the worlds greatest politician. Yesterday the boy who once had a mission. I dont wanna be a prologue to history
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. They missed their history. But they fight over place in it. Yeah they fight, over place in it. Hard-hit by the times. That's just how your life goes by. I know it's not your fault, you say. But there
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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At the movies eyes iced over. Walking sideways through them gutters. And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet like history. Well, don't you look at me like life don't hold you anymore
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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over you. What we had is gone to me your History. . What is left of you. Da da nda nda da da x3. . *Verse 2*. For me to recognize. Is it you or my pride. I've got nothing to lose. So it's me
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night, baby? I'm talking 'bout a whole lotta history. I can't find a way to show what you mean to me. I've fallen all around when you miss me. I don't know what to do, so, tell me, baby Hello, did you
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What are you asking me for?. It's not my *** history. What do you hope to find here?. There's nothing left as you can see With the beatings held again. We begin to scream and run. But the
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Like faithful oxen through the chalk, . With dragging tails of history walk. Soon confuse the compass and the cross. Carefully and cursively we fill our travelling diaries with loss. . Beneath
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. Stretching our youth as we must. Until we are ashes to dust. Until time makes history, of us Jeu De Paume's full of faces. Knowing peace, knowing strife. Leisure and toil. Still it's canvas and oil
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Like faithful oxen through the chalk, . With dragging tails of history walk. Soon confuse the compass and the cross. Carefully and cursively we fill our travelling diaries with loss. . Beneath
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What are you asking me for?. It's not my *** history. What do you hope to find here?. There's nothing left as you can see With the beatings held again. We begin to scream and run. But the
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