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Come home. You don't need no strength. We are here. You are weak. Saveyourthirst. And save your hunger. For everything we have. . Come home. You are mislead. Don't need a reason to get throu
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When I was a little boy I used to wonder. Just how old you'd have. To be to feel good. Now I've seen a thousand girls but I still wonder. Cause they just don't make sense to me. And god knows I'v
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I don't cry anymore. My tears have dried and my eyes have died. I don't see anymore. My eyes are blind and my magnifying glass is broken. I don't smell it anymore. I cannot smell the way to heave
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How many scars. How many stars. Need I count back home to you. I'll always keep sailing. In all the winds you make. . They were always true. All the lies made up for you. You're always asleep.
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I have had my time on the street. I Been out there and never found my way back home. All the city lights. Have guided me to this. I ended up to be. Someone else than me. But I'm happy now. . T
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I remember I was young. Not that I'm old, but I was young. I have lost all my sense. I'm a bit wiser, but lost my sense. . And I know a few more lovely people. I can leave out. But I don't. 'C
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There's a place he knows. Where horrible stories grow old. It's in a house that mummy sold. Inside a door he knows. Where secrets are left to grow. Up from the basement and through the floor. .
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There is love and there is not. There are two bullets, but there's no shot. It's so eventful, still so wrong. The road we walk along. . There are smiles and there are not. Yours are false compar
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night. And there's a letter I've been trying to write. Somethin' better waitin' somewhere for me (Ooo). One of them is sittin' on the wrong coast. (Ooo). One awaits an answer by return post. Waitin
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night. And there's a letter I've been trying to write. Somethin' better waitin' somewhere for me (Ooo). One of them is sittin' on the wrong coast. (Ooo). One awaits an answer by return post. Waitin
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Bài hát Fence Post - Tish Hinojosa. I’m feeling like a fence post,. Looking at a rail yard. Everything’s grey,. My heart’s pinned away,. My feet are nailed to the ground. I’m wired standing up,. I’m
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Bài hát One Right Now - Post Malone, The Weeknd. Na-na-na-na, na-na. Na-na-na-na, oh no. Yeah, yeah. Chorus The Weeknd & Post Malone. Said you love me, but I don't care. That I broke my hand on the
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. Now you're in my backyard turned into good neighbors. Your wife waters flowers, I want to kill her. Verse 2 Taylor Swift, Taylor Swift & Post Malone, Post Malone. All my mornings are Monday stuck in an
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Bài hát 92 Explorer - Post Malone. Intro. Ooo-ooo, wow. Ahh, yeah-yeah (wow). Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah. We got London On Da Track. Verse 1. Hunnid and twenty, come catch me. Forties inside of
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Fallin'. By Robert Klein. Original Artist. . I'm afraid to fly. And I don't know why. I'm jealous of the people the who are not afraid to die. It's just that I recall. Back when I was small
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From Chris Warren's Robert Plant site used with permission This is the English part of the lyric sung by Robert Plant. From my island home I feel a chance. Kiss the tide - goes time and
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Song Post-War Glamour Girl - . Expresso bongo snaps of rome. In the latin quarter of the ideal home. Fucks all day and sleeps alone. Just a tiger rug and a telephone. Says a post war glamour girl's
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my only escape from it all. Watchin' a film or a face on the wall Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian. Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian. Robert De Niro's waiting. Talking Italian
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Yo gee. Come and get your New York Post. New York Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta New York Post. Yo New York Post don't brag or boast. Dissin
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Yo gee. Come and get your New York Post. New York Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta New York Post. Yo New York Post don't brag or boast. Dissin
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Yo gee. Come and get your New York Post. New York Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta New York Post. Yo New York Post don't brag or boast. Dissin