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Song Tomorrow . Singer Emma. Ba da ba ba bow, ba da da da. Ba da ba ba bow, ba da da da. Ba da ba ba bow, ba da da da. He's one of a kind and he's all mine. He's there for me come rain or shine a
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Fair weather days can melt the ice. On many a cold heart till the clouds roll in. And then you find they're frightened of the dark. . Some may come and some may go. They'll meet you high then lea
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Look at me, tell me what you see?. Does he please you and make you go weak at the knees?. I don't know, how you know?. But I guess it might show that my eyes are in paradise. . Can it really be t
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Bài hát Maybe - Emma. Ba-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da. Ba-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da. Ba-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da. Ba-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da. Love isn't funny. When it is burning
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Do do do do do. Do do do do do. . Something strange, going on around here. Why you've been acting like you're just fifteen. Why the hell, are you staring out the window. Watching and waiting til
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You, me, inseparable. When we touch, when we kiss I'm in heaven, baby. Ain't this incredible. I can see, two can be one together, baby. . Show me a breathless kiss. Baby, nobody else gets to woo
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All the simple things you say. Never gone away. Taken all my breath away. So I've come back to stay. . All the little things you do. Just like I always knew. Keeps me running back to you. 'Cau
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Everything you say is lost out in the cold. A distant memory of the times I've been alone. I don't know you like I thought I did. You're making promises I know you'll never keep. . Imagine the fe
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Being with you. Longing for something to happen. Biding my time. Hoping to get a reaction. Atmosphere's tense. Heavy with anticipation. Don't leave me here. With only my imagination Free me Now
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I wake up crying and I think of you. There's something dying and my world lines broken in two. A voice says, "Get out of bed". But instead I lay back and go out of my head. . I've never been here
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Bài hát La Mia Città - Emma. Odio andare di fretta, I rumori. La nebbia, il tempo appeso, di questa città. Odio le scarpe col tacco. Che incastro distratta nei tombini. Invadenti di questa città
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