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Words and music by bun e. carlos & rick nielsen. . Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world.
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Words and music by bun e. carlos & rick nielsen. . Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world. Who d'king of the whole wide world.
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mine O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life itself Writings appear on the wall. The curtains part and landscape fall. Well, their the writings done in blood
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mine O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life itself Writings appear on the wall. The curtains part and landscape fall. Well, their the writings done in blood
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mine O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life itself Writings appear on the wall. The curtains part and landscape fall. Well, their the writings done in blood
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mine O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life itself Writings appear on the wall. The curtains part and landscape fall. Well, their the writings done in blood
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Bài hát D. D. (Album Version) - The Weeknd. Verse 1. You'll never make me stay so take your weight off of me. I know your every move, so won't you please let me be. I've been here times before but I
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If money grew on hackberry trees. If time wasn't such a luxury. If love was lovesick over me. That'd be alright If I could keep the wind in my sails. Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail. A half
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Solo, come fosse un'abitudine. Passo fuori al bar anche stasera. C'e nell'aria un'eco che solletica. Una voce che non sembra nuova. E anche se vicina ti nascondi sai perche. Perche tu stai parlan
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When I stole a twig from our little nest. And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak. I had my balls and my brains put into a vice. And twisted around for a whole fuckin' week "Why'd you do it?
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You'd be so nice to come home to. You'd be so nice by my fire. While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby. You'd be all that I could desire. . Under stars chilled by the winter. Under an August mo
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Barcarole d'Amore!. Barcarole d'Amore. d'Amore! Die Tränen der Trauer die du hast geweint sie werden bald trocken er war nie ein Freund!. So schön war das Leben. du glaubtest es kaum er ging zu de
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I'd like to be the picture on your mantel. I'd like to be the window in your door. I'd like to be the feather on your pillow. I'd even like to be the carpet on your floor I'd like to be the star ou
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it. Just for the people Sucker D. J. 's are really crazy clowns. Clowns, cold clockin' clowns. When will they learn that they had incomprehensible by the pounds. Pounds, cold clockin pounds? Sucker
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