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Tuesday - Five for Fighting. This song appears on . Slice Album Lyrics. One year like any old other year in a week like any week. Monday lying down, half asleep. People doing what people do, loving
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so fast to fall again . Why we gotta fall for it now . . I never meant to start a war . You know I never wanna hurt you . Don't even know what we're fighting for . . Why does love always feel like a
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so fast to fall again . Why we gotta fall for it now . . I never meant to start a war . You know I never wanna hurt you . Don't even know what we're fighting for . . Why does love always feel like a
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so fast to fall again . Why we gotta fall for it now . . I never meant to start a war . You know I never wanna hurt you . Don't even know what we're fighting for . . Why does love always feel like a
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so fast to fall again . Why we gotta fall for it now . . I never meant to start a war . You know I never wanna hurt you . Don't even know what we're fighting for . . Why does love always feel like a
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so fast to fall again . Why we gotta fall for it now . . I never meant to start a war . You know I never wanna hurt you . Don't even know what we're fighting for . . Why does love always feel like a
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I ain't, I ain't never seen. Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to,. he done shot me in my shoulder. Boot camp we had classes. You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday. And
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heart, aint never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder. Boot camp we had classes. You know we talked about fighting-fighting everyday. And looking through rosy colored glasses, I must admit
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I ain't, I ain't never seen. Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to,. he done shot me in my shoulder. Boot camp we had classes. You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday. And
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heart, aint never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder. Boot camp we had classes. You know we talked about fighting-fighting everyday. And looking through rosy colored glasses, I must admit
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Bài hát Fighting For You - Pirates Of The Mississippi. I don't know, If I can recover,. How can we be friends, if we can't be lovers,. It's killing me, thinking of you with him. . Call it Pride
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Got a package full of wishes. A time machine, a magic wand, a globe made out of gold. No instructions or commandments. Laws of gravity or indecisions to uphold Printed on the box I see. A. C. M. E
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