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crazy. Child . Who got wild in her teens. Angry . Lady . Still misbehaving. You're brain sick. Just like me. You know I'm mad. Mad. Mad. You know I'm mad. I'm mad. I'm mad. I'm mad. You know. Angry. Baby
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Bài hát Mad World - Adam Lambert. All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races. Going nowhere, going nowhere. And the tears are filling up
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and they each get a kiss And the toilet ain't flushin' and the toaster is smokin'. The vacuum don't suck but it needs a new belt But she saw the world through the eyes of a child. And remembers how
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you, I find it hard to take. When people run in circles it's a very, very. Mad world, mad world. Children waiting for the day they feel good. Happy birthday, happy birthday. And to feel the way that
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ooh). Soul of my soul, child of my heart. I love you more than you know, soul of my soul Into this world. We come with a heart that's open wide. And the best of this life. Is all I ever want for
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ooh). Soul of my soul, child of my heart. I love you more than you know, soul of my soul Into this world. We come with a heart that's open wide. And the best of this life. Is all I ever want for
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Bài hát Mad World (Studio Recording American Idol) - Adam Lambert. All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races. Going nowhere, going
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Bài hát Mad World (Alternate Version) - Michael Andrews, Gary Jules. All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races. Going nowhere, going
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tell you. 'Cause I find it hard to take. When people run in circles. It's a very, very Mad world, mad world. Mad world, mad world Children waitin' for the day they feel good. Happy birthday, happy
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reaction. Let my dreams run away, tell me baby, tell me baby that you're gonna stay. Touch my body, crush my soul, love. Sweet Electric Love Child, Sweet Electric Love Child. Little girl wanna stay so
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. Breathes a ghetto child. Paper flowers. So grey and golden. Scent the circus of your soul. Ghetto child. A book of pictures. With no words for it. Something's scribbled in the snow. Ghetto child. Child born
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Bài hát Miss Me Or *** Me - MC Mong, Jinsil. Real talk. It will float after every fall and everything. That's been taken all. Question. Did you miss me or did you *** me. Aesseo doraganeun neoui jip a