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still hatin’. I used to be a baller but now I’m Bill Gatin’. Got a list full of problems, I tend to em later. yeah life is a bitch but I appreciate her man. . All these bitches and n-ggas still hatin
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Bill, I love you so, I always will. I look at you and you see the passion eyes of May. Oh, but am I ever gonna see my wedding day? (Wedding day). Oh, I was on your side, Bill, when you were losing
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farmer. The same old story told. How the outlaw paid their mortgage. And saved their little homes Others tell you 'bout a stranger. That come to beg a meal. Underneath his napkin. Left a thousand
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Song Who Is He (And What Is He to You)? - Bill Withers. A man we passed just tried to stare me down. And when I looked at you. You looked at the ground I don't know who he is. But I think that you
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Song Who Is He (And What Is He to You)? - Bill Withers. A man we passed just tried to stare me down. And when I looked at you. You looked at the ground I don't know who he is. But I think that you
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nappeun jiseul jeojilleosseoyo . geureohge nollan nuneuro nal boji mayo. yeogiseo da teoreo noheulkkayo. eojetbam geudae jeonhwa wae an badatgeyo. sasil bujokhae igeollo~on. niga naege haetdeon nappeu
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Bài hát Harlem - Bill Withers. Summer night in Harlem,. Man it's really hot!. Well it's too hot to sleep. And too hot to eat. I don't care if I die or not!. Winter night in Harlem,. Oh oh radiator
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Curtains are closing. Over my windows,. Waiting for someone. Who knows where the time goes. . This time it's working,. Bodies uncover. Every moment. Belongs to another. . Here without warnin
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This track is an instrumental and has no lyrics.
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Whatever happens. We'll have some love along the way. But it ain't easy. We'll look for some words of love to say. And smile. mmmmm. And be happy anyway. And we'll kiss before we say 'goodnight'
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Staring at shadows on the wall. Wish I knew of someone I could call. Someone who might understand it all. Ruby Lee, I show wish you was here with me. . Someone's lying with me in my bed. Some st
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Speak low when you speak, love,. Our summer day withers away. Too soon, too soon. Speak low when you speak, love,. Our moment is swift, like ships adrift,. We're swept apart too soon. Speak low,
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