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better, I'm better than you. . All the corners of the buildings. Who but we remember these?. The sidewalks and trees. I'm thinking now. I got a better way. I discovered a star. I got a better way
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, you're a new day, wakes me up. Wednesday's raining, Thursday's yearning Friday nights. Then it all ends at the weekend, you're my star At times, I cave right in. (Times I cave right in). But this
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, I'm better than you All the corners of the buildings. Who but we remember these. The sidewalks and trees. I'm thinking now I got a better way. I discovered a star. I got a better way. Ready, set
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ti. ar. al. Shooting Star. Bob Dylan. Oh Mercy. Seen a shooting star tonight. And I thought of you. You were trying to break into another world. A world I never knew. I always kind of wondered. If
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Everybody is a star. . I got knocked down. But I got back up. They told me no. But I won't give up. I work around the clock. And it ain't never enough. I'm gonna burn so bright when you light
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better, I'm better than you. . All the corners of the buildings. Who but we remember these?. The sidewalks and trees. I'm thinking now. I got a better way. I discovered a star. I got a better way
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Seen a shooting star tonight. And I thought of you. You were trying to break into another world. A world I never knew. I always kind of wondered if you ever made it through. Seen a shooting star
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Is this as good as it can get?. Cause' if it is I'd rather be dead. What does excitement even mean?. I've only seen it in my dreams. You promised me a million things. But I would settle for just
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Bài hát The Driver - Bastille. Verse. Shout out from the bottom of my lungs. A plague on both your houses. This thing, it's a family affair. It's drawing out my weakness. Hook 1. Big boys don't cry
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Sure do sing a pretty song darlin'. Pretty music, Lord, and pretty words. Like a lark and sweeter than a starlin'. But mostly like a mockingbird Words that leave your mouth all turn to ashes. They
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Bài hát Beloved - Minnie Driver. Late light of the desert made the mountains a silhouette. Its curved as woman's side as far off as I feel inside. Gravity, its heavier than my fear, it pulls me to
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Eyes as blue as the cheapest streets. That you build your hotels on. You take the pennies I'm betting with. Because cash is cash I steal your whiskey and cigarettes. From behind the old television
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