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Oh girl this boat is sinking, there's no see left for me. And how the sky gets heavy, when you are underneath it. And oh, I want to sail away from here. And god. He came(down down down down down down)
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Son what you dont understand. My words might never explain. So I am hoping that time will. Things may not go as you planned. Dark clouds might bring you pain. But I will be in your heart still, t
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. Now, this is my job, I will not quit it. Pulled me out the depths when I thought that I was finished. Yeah I questioned if I could go the distance. That's just the work, regardless of who's listenin
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Gotta have a little mistletoe. Mix it with a little jingle bells. Need to have a bit winter snow. Yeah-eh. . Come on over, celebrate with me. Hang us on a Christmas tree tie it all up. With a p
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Bài hát I Know Places - Ryan Adams. You stand with your hand on your waistline. It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight. I can hear them whisper as we pass by. It's a bad sign, it's a bad sign
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Bài hát Face To Face - Ross Lynch, Debby Ryan. Austin. I've been trying to reach you. Jessie. You know, I've been working in the studio. Austin. We should write a new song. Jessie. Maybe they'll play
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Take off your makeup, nobody's around. It's you and me, girl, just let your guard down. I see right through you, I know what it means. I know I got you, the moment when you close your eyes. I know I'm
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If the walls in the room could talk. I wonder to myself, would they lie?. It's like some kind of jail beams of light. Fall through the curtains onto the bed. I'm all alone now, I can do as I pleas
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Bài hát Blue Sky Blues - Ryan Adams. Blue sky, when you gonna learn to rain?. And let yourself go blue for once. And let go off that weight you've been carrying. In this house, no one goes to
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(Chorus)Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooh,. Hey Jessie,. Hey Jessie. It feels like a party every day,. Hey Jessie,. Hey Jessie. . My whole world is changing, turning around,. They got me going crazy with t
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So much for the days of glory. It's not like your idols died. And are holy now You cross the street and count to ten. And everyone that mattered went to bed. Or maybe they died Welcome home, Miss
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