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In the dawning of the social revolution. In an age when, 'do your thing', was never done. I met a woman like I'd never known. A girl with a mind of her own, she spoken freely She began to talk abou
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never leave that bed. . (Chorus). Turn out the lights like there's no one home. Cut the wires on the telephone. Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane. Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin
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It's Over- LEE HI. haneure bitnaneun jeo manheun byeol. ije urin ibyeoringayo. swipge boji mayo nal geureoke. nege mameul jun ge keun silsuyeonnayo. heunhideul deureogal ttaewa naol ttae. dareudaneun
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Bài hát Hí Anh Em - QNT. Hello everybody, rảnh rảnh làm track *** mixi. Tháo tai nghe, bật loa thùng thật to để nghe thằng này nó *** đê. Bắt đầu vào lúc 10 giờ tối và kết thúc cho đến khi tận nửa
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Bài hát The Rhythm Of The Night (Ryan T. & Rock M. Remix) - Cascada. This is the rhythm of the night. The night, oh yeah. I got a party on my mind. Soon as I step inside the place. I put that boom
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Bài hát The Ma Ya Hi Song - Dan Balan, Lucas Prata. Ma-Ya-Hi. Ma-Ya-Hu. Ma-Ya-Ho. Ma-Ya-Ha Ha. Ma-Ya-Hi. Ma-Ya-Hu. Ma-Ya-Ho. Ma-Ya-Ha Ha. Hello, Salute, it's me, your Duke. And I made something
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Let the rhythm hit 'em. . I'm the arsenal. I got artillery, lyrics of ammo. Rounds of rhythm. Then I'm 'a give 'em piano. Bring a bullet-proof vest. Nothin' to ricochet. Ready to aim at the
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heartbeats beating and we. Spinnin' round, as we're lost in the rhythm. The lights and the crowd. That look in his eyes made me sure. We'll be dancing til' the dawn. Boy, I'll tell you that boy can move,. Gone
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Dangerous rhythm. Dangerous rhythm. Dangerous rhythm in the air Stranger to stranger. We're both dressed for danger. Something is generating here Oh, take off your halo. For the all night
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chopper?. No lie say hi to the bad guy *! (Hey guys, where ya headed?). Nowhere, man (Got your licence and registration?). Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?). Nuttin, aah
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Bài hát Rhythm Of The Rain (Nhịp Điệu Của Mưa) - The Cascade. Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain. Telling me just what a fool I've been. I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain. And let
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