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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 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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. 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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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 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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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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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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Oh, viva la fiesta. Oh, viva la fiesta Dancin' in the moonlight until the break of day. Just let the rhythm take control. Can you feel the spirit, I know that you can hear it. There's a fever in
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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 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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After the show it's the after party then. After the party it's the hotel lobby and. After the Belve' then it's probably Cris'. And after the original it's probably this (fiesta). Yes ma, Bed-Stuy
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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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Song Fiesta - Ning Baizura. gema ria irama. fiesta bermula. ikut alunan gaya. tari semasa. ohhh. gembira. fiesta tari pesona. hayunkan badan. gerak ikut irama. ayuh kita menari. usah bersendirian
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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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HOSSA! HOSSA! HOSSA! HOSSA!. Fiesta, Fiesta MexicanaHeut' geb' ich zum Abschied für alle ein FestFiesta, Fiesta MexicanaEs gibt viel Tequila, der glücklich sein läßtAlle Freunde, sie sind hierFeiern
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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 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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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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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 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 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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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
