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. But youre the only love. That gives me good and plenty Juicy fruit (Juicy). Juicy (Yeah. eah. eah. hey. ). Juicy fruit (Juicy). Juicy Candy rain. Comin down. Taste you in my mind. And spread you
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Bài hát Coming Home - Skylar Grey . And the blood will dry. underneath my nails. and the wind will rise up. to fill my sails. so you can doubt. and you can hate. but I know, no matter what it takes
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Southern trees bear strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots. Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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Southern trees bear strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots. Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the
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down. at the counter in his working suit. he looked no more than the average fruit. not so many ways to get the clues playing. in a kindergarten during the day. filling empty bodies with toy
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Devenir gris. Devenir gris One man on a lonely platform. One case sitting by his side. Two eyes staring cold and silent. Show fear as he turns to hide Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey). Aaah
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Devenir gris. Devenir gris One man on a lonely platform. One case sitting by his side. Two eyes staring cold and silent. Show fear as he turns to hide Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey). Aaah
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Bài Hát Fruit Tree. Trình BàyNick Drake. Fame is but a fruit tree. So very unsound. It can never flourish. Till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame. Can never find a way. Till time has flown
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Well me and Kage are hungry. We're hungry for some fruit. We wander through the garden. It would be a hoot. . To eat some low hanging fruit
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Southern trees bearin' strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Lifeless they fall apart. Golden as our precious art. My love sinks into a thick grey veil of mist. Trees, leafless trees, the epitaph of the sun. What once was green presents now grey and trist. A
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Taste the fruit of life. . Don't stop yourself to wonder why. . (Oooohhh) Fruit of life. . Taste the fruit of life. . Don't stop yourself to wonder why. . (Oooohhh) Fruit of life
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Southern trees bearin' strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Well I've been here before. Sat on the floor in a grey grey room. Where I stay in all day. I don't eat, but I play with this grey grey food. . Desole, if someone is prayin' then I might break out
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This when you name, fruit juice. Number one you know me can't lose. Inna my garden mi get the fruit that me choose. Fruit juice. Inna my glass you know me can't lose. Take away my worry my
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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same as the real one And tell me, grey seal. How does it feel to be so wise?. To see through eyes that only see what's real. Tell me, grey seal I never learned why meteors were formed. I only farmed
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green. After I've grey gardens seen In between tonight and my tomorrows. Tadzio where have you been?. In between tonight I know it's Tadzio. Tadzio don't you fight Honey can you hear me?. In between
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Oh Sandy Grey, are you going away?. Leave me a message before parting. Time has changed you and the things that pain you. Are the things you think of as you're starting. Oh Sandy Grey, it's only
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You keep playing me like a fruit machine. Putting in change systematically. Winning streak that you had over me. It's turned into your broken tragedy Turn your pockets out onto the street. Now
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It's. been 31 years since we've had a grey day Puffy. white clouds reflecting city lights may Cause. my friends to run away Gun. . metal grey is the color of this day Puffy. white clouds in
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,. Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. . Pastoral scene of
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Grey skies seem right,. An encore to last night. Your song played on, on, on. While I fall with the bed. She wrapped me tight. And said it'll be alright. Just sleep and the night'll pass on by
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You keep playing me like a fruit mach-ine. Puttin' in change systematically. Winning streak that you had over me. It's turned into your broken tragedy. . Turn your pockets out onto the street
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You keep playing me like a fruit mach-ine. Puttin' in change systematically. Winning streak that you had over me. It's turned into your broken tragedy. . Turn your pockets out onto the street
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You keep playing me like a fruit mach-ine. Puttin' in change systematically. Winning streak that you had over me. It's turned into your broken tragedy. . Turn your pockets out onto the street
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1st verse. Grapefruit. Bathing suit. Chew a little Juicy Fruit. Wash away the night. . Drive-in. Guzzle gin. Commit a little mortal sin. It's good for the soul. . Bridge. And oh, it gets
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1st verse. Grapefruit. Bathing suit. Chew a little Juicy Fruit. Wash away the night. . Drive-in. Guzzle gin. Commit a little mortal sin. It's good for the soul. . Bridge. And oh, it gets
