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angel,. May you find some comfort here. So tired of the straight line,. And everywhere you turn,. There's vultures and thieves at your back. The storm keeps on twisting. Keep on building the lies. That
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mourned. (Calling out for someone to hear their prayers). . Five miles away were the thieves and the bandits. Laughing and joking and sickly and crude. They didn't know that the men had come back home
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mourned. (Calling out for someone to hear their prayers). . Five miles away were the thieves and the bandits. Laughing and joking and sickly and crude. They didn't know that the men had come back home
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nothing to me I'm not your mother You gave me all that you had to give. But there's a whole lotta fish in the sea Well, you lie down with dogs, you fall in with thieves. You're gonna catch something but
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These days there slipping away like thieves in the night. I try to hold on to them with all my might. Precious time spent with you goes by much too fast. Like snow in the sun it just never seems
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down. And how many thieves it takes to steal the town. I can't be bothered with him, he's gonna treat me this way. I'm in the back seat and your never going my way. What does he have to treat me bad
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safe. From the thieves in the temple. And I go out by myself dancing. And when I come home late, I don't wanna go to bed. I just sit there by the phone â" dead silent. Not a single call from you. Thieves
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, beggars, thieves and losers, there's no relief. (While the city sleeps). There's no relief, while the city sleeps. (While the city sleeps). Yeah Burn your bridges, take what you can get. Go for the
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. Trying to brave the land. Something about the man. Is about to make a stand With nothing but liars and thieves. Trying to purchase thee. Where are you meant to go?. Fly away, high away He's the one
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Bài hát Pop Thieves (Make It Feel Good) - Childish Gambino, Jaden Smith. Now that we have found this love, baby. I can't explain my feel, oh. Now that we have found this love, baby. I've never felt
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woods. Set up shop and move rocks on the front step. (You don't know). How it is in the ghetto the tech blow hear shots echo. We can't let go, stuck on the block. Stuck in the hood, street niggaz up
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too afraid to die. Hold on tight yes hold on tight you're too slow. Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind. Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads
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. Assassins, thieves and slaves . The rich and blue bloods fear us when . We hunt upon the waves . And when you see it coming . That flag of baleful black . No point in turning tail there’s no . Escaping our
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