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-hatred. The Jewish stick together, friends in high places. We on some low level *. We don't want niggaz to ever win. See, everybody got a label. Everybody's a rapper but few flow fatal. It's * up
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High on a mountain in western Montana. A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky. Riding alone on a horse he called Music. With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye He dreams of a time, and a
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his face and you know, what a good looking face, and I just said, "Dude, your perspective on life sucks". . He's got looks that books take pages to tell . He's got a face to make you fall on your knees
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his face and you know, what a good looking face, and I just said, "Dude, your perspective on life sucks". . He's got looks that books take pages to tell . He's got a face to make you fall on your knees
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you. Just to see your skin, I'm gonna dive right in. Oh yeah, oh yeah. 'Cause love's got a hold on me. And there's nothing I can be. Without your love. Without your love. Without your love. Without your
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That big eight wheeler a rollin' down the track. Means your true lovin' daddy ain't comin' back. 'Cause I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone. You were flyin' too high for my little old sky. So I'm
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Bài hát Take A Hint - Nightcore. Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like. I can always see ‘em coming . From the left and from the right. I don't want to be a priss . I just try to be polite
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Buttons on My Clothes I've been drinking all through summer. I guess I've had a laugh. I've had every kind of fun I could have had Looking at my crowd tonight. There's a sober kind of sparkle in
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promised, but I'll see you on the moon. I'll see you on the moon, where everyone is well,. And you never have to wait if you got a story to tell. And way deep down inside, you always know just what to do
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siku nzuri). It’s beautiful, it’s beautiful day. (Ni siku nzuri). It’s a good day to have some fun to run and play. I’m gonna take my time, gonna live my life a different day. Come on, now. Come play
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Bài hát Counting On Love - Matt McAndrew. Woke up in the middle of the night with a stranger at my door. Light skewed with the Devil's eyes, she wouldn't be ignored. I can't even fall asleep without
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A line of strands to mark the trail. No one said it would be easy. I must admit I thought the risk. Was better waged in younger seasons. . And all these years in the cold play hell on the throat
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There's a house on the corner, lives a man who went to war. And it tries to give him shelter from the pain of what he saw. There's a child out the window painting faces in the snow. And they smile
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soul. . Well, I'm on my way, I can't get there on my own. At Heaven's gate, no one's getting through alone. So as I wait for You to come and take me home. I'm a-walkin' in the light with You to
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voice you know so well You, you're made of fire. Never higher. You were made to run You, you're burning higher. You've got the fire. You were born on the sun. Get ready to run So take a walk with the
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thinking, what's your campaign? Champagne makes tipsy Patron might make me sick. Attitude and vodka does the trick. Somebody pour me a *** on the beach, *** on the beach. I wanna have *** on the beach
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thinking, what's your campaign? Champagne makes tipsy Patron might make me sick. Attitude and vodka does the trick. Somebody pour me a *** on the beach, *** on the beach. I wanna have *** on the beach
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Damn girl, I didn't know you'd be here. Been a while, it's sure good to see you. Rollin' in here, ready to rock. Standin' there sippin' that shiner bock. We're pickin' up right where we left off
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, I'd get so excited. Over a rendezvous. I'll be there in an hour still wet from the shower. I just called to tell you It's on tonight, the feeling's right. We don't have to go nowhere, listen girl
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I saw you in your wedding gown the prettiest dress. I came into the room that night and made such a mess. In my own way I lovingly kiss the bride. With your ring in your hand your eyes and your
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It's a trip on a Ferris wheel. It's a game that you play for real. And so you know that if you're takin' it. Hey, you better not be fakin' it It's a riff on an alto sax. Crying out so you can't
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