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On lead poisoned wings, you try to sing. Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue. The peacock screaming - eyes show no mercy, no mercy. Painted bird - it's absurd. Just a tainted bird
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Bài hát Worth It - Fifth Harmony, Kid Ink. Give it to me I'm worth it. Baby I'm worth it. Uh huh I'm worth it. Gimme gimme I'm worth it. Give it to me I'm worth it. Baby I'm worth it. Uh huh I'm
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to shelter from the rain And in the twinkling of an eye Might have to be restrained God help the beast in me. . Sometimes it tries to kid me That it's just a teddy bear And even somehow manage to
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shelter from the rain And in the twinkling of an eye Might have to be restrained God help the beast in me. Sometimes it tries to kid me That it's just a teddy bear And even somehow manage to vanish in the
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to shelter from the rain And in the twinkling of an eye Might have to be restrained God help the beast in me. . Sometimes it tries to kid me That it's just a teddy bear And even somehow manage to
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Right, alright. Right, alright. Right, alright. Right, right, right I'm single in the streets bout to get it in. Talking bout some drinking and some mingling. Can't believe what I'm seeing, man
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. We will be like children. When I was a kid. I could bring back the sun Come back the sun. Come back the sun
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This is 'greasy kid's stuff,' mix 12, ground zero, with the melody guitars. Up . 3, bass up . 4, kick down . 5, overheads up . 4, less gate on the snare,. And 3db added at 10k on the pultecs to the
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stare. Turn my head and hey. I see you waitin' over there. I see you jockin' over there. Thinkin' bout your own life. Why you talkin' 'bout the young, you dig?. I'm just doin' my thang, if you know
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. . Time after time. You're throwing pearls at swine. You burn a little piece of your soul. But to many people. Don't quit the needle. When a kid comes to know. Alright. . The mood sinks after sun
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ain't no turning back. He's the kid that cried wolf and got the blame So Joeys on the street again. But his freedoms running out. When you play with fire. One tear can put it out Everybody wants Joey
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Sycamore tree. If you're dancin' with another guy. . Well, don't you want me. Don't you want me. Baby, listen 'deed I do. . I'll kill your kid sister, I'll murder your dad. I'll rip the lashes off
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either side. She sees the sunrise as her friend. Same with the middle of the night. Chorus. Living in the in between. Living in the in between. Verse 2. She gave up birthdays as a kid. She never lеarned to
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Who was once a bull hooking son of a gun. Now who keeps a pint hid out behind chute No 1. Who was ridin' high till a pretty girl rode him to the ground. Any kid knows where to find me I'm Bandy
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Lisa I've got a bratty brother,. Who bugs me every day. This morning my old mother,. Gave my last cupcake away. My dad he acts like,. Like he belongs in the zoo. I'm the saddest kid,. The
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Bài hát Show Me (Remix) - Kid Ink, Trey Songz, Juicy J, 2 Chainz, Chris Brown. Oooh baby. I said baby. Yeah. Mustard on the beat, ho. Baby let me put your panties to the side. Imma make you feel
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sent a note from the jail. Said, "Go get em, kid. But dont get chained to the rail" Between cool confusion. Kung fu in the car park. Could the weekend be losing. That romantic spark Even in the
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This is the Rocket Powered Space Capsule. All systems are go And the story goes, a young man will come and. Save the universe from the forces of evil Take a second to adjust to the ride. They say
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coming off a little shy. But I do. (Both). But you throw your head back laughing like a little kid. I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did. (Megan). And I've been spending the
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(Kid). Yes, I'm the future. My name is Kid (Kid). Yes, I'm the future. On jongil kongdak-kongdak. Gaseum ttwieoyo (Oh). Noneun ge poljjakpoljjak. Jeil joayo (Hey). Dagachi yeogi buteo hana dul set (Ayy
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. Who really was 'Billy the Kid'. Smilin' at somebody dyin'. For somethin' that he never did 'Cause nightmares are somebody's daydreams. Daydreams are somebody's lies. Lies ain't no harder than tellin
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night. With the thrill of a kid on my side. I will survive as long as this trip will go. With my soul I search for water you need the cold. Bring me some bubbles and a crown of gold. Crossing the
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baddest of them all?. Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world. I'm rotten to the core, core. Rotten to the core. I'm rotten to the core, core. Who could ask for more?. I'm nothing like the kid next, like
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lip. I be at the ball hanging no grip. Pants saggin' on four fifth. My security bullets like 4 inches. Kick that * like four ninjas. Did that * for my niggas who. Made it out the hood to the
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lip. I be at the ball hanging no grip. Pants saggin' on four fifth. My security bullets like 4 inches. Kick that * like four ninjas. Did that * for my niggas who. Made it out the hood to the
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. And I would have liked to have known you. But I was just a kid. Your candle burned out long before. Your legend ever did. Loneliness was tough. The toughest role you ever played. Hollywood created
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to have known you . But I was just a kid. Your candle burned out long before. Your legend ever did. Loneliness was tough. The toughest role you ever played. Hollywood created a superstar. And pain was
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to have known you . But I was just a kid. Your candle burned out long before. Your legend ever did. Loneliness was tough. The toughest role you ever played. Hollywood created a superstar. And pain was
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. And I would have liked to have known you. But I was just a kid. Your candle burned out long before. Your legend ever did. Loneliness was tough. The toughest role you ever played. Hollywood created
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to have known you . But I was just a kid. Your candle burned out long before. Your legend ever did. Loneliness was tough. The toughest role you ever played. Hollywood created a superstar. And pain was
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in squad cars/Looking at me like I'm Bily The Kid. Chorus. Live for the nightime. Sleeping all day. Nightime is the right time. Murder style. its the way I talk/walk. Leather and black lace/Boys
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Sheep to the slaughter, oh I thought this must be love. All your sons and daughters, in a strangle hold with a kid glove. She's got eyes like saucers, oh you think she's a dish. She is the blue