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body rock. Keeps me sizzlin Do what you want. I dont care. Ill be your lollipop. You can lick me everywhere Juicy fruit (Youre so). Juicy (Juicy). Juicy fruit (Yeah. hey. hey. hey. hey. ). Juicy
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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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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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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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always dreamed of. . (Fruit of life). . . . Keeper of my dreams. . Like the moonlight dancin'. . Silver rays across the skies. . Such a special thing. . When we're 2 as 1 together. . We can
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Intro. T-T-That's Fyre. Chorus. B-B-Bubble gum, chew, chew, eat me like Fruit Loops. Everything I do make the boys go cuckoo. Yeah, and I'm harder than a bitch. Uh, I'm on every nigga list. Verse 1
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Intro. T-T-That's Fyre. Chorus. B-B-Bubble gum, chew, chew, eat me like Fruit Loops. Everything I do make the boys go cuckoo. Yeah, and I'm harder than a bitch. Uh, I'm on every nigga list. Verse 1
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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
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Bài hát Fallen Fruit - Lorde. To the ones who came before us. All the golden ones who were lifted on a wing. We had no idea the dreams we had were far too big. Far too big. And we will walk together
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Bài hát We Can't Stop - Miley Cyrus. It’s our party we can do what we want, . It’s our party we can say what we want . It’s our party we can love who we want . We can kiss who we want . We can live
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Yeah, yeah. Smokin', smokin', smokin'. Smokin', smokin', smokin' We can smoke, we can drink. We can freak the night away. Can we freak the night away?. Can we smoke? Let's drink. We gonna stunt
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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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Em à anh đã biết . Là tình yêu này chẳng cần thiết . Em cần nơi bình yên . Chứ không phải anh kế bên. Em đừng giữ lại anh . Khi trái tim vụn vỡ chưa lành . Điều ban nãy anh vừa thấy là gì đây?. Em đã
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Trứng rán cần mỡ. Bắp rang thì cần có bơ. Yêu chẳng cần cớ. Thứ tớ cần là cậu cơ. Cả ngày thì nhung nhớ. Đêm về lòng lại bơ vơ. Cứ mãi mộng mơ về một chuyện tình sẽ thật bất ngờ. Cứ chờ ngày đó. Mà
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Because we can, can, can. Yes we can, can, can, can. Can, can, can, can, can. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Everybody can, can. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh
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Because we can, can, can. Yes we can, can, can, can. Can, can, can, can, can. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Everybody can, can. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh
