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Intro Jack J & Jack G. Yeah. Oh, woah. Verse 1 Jack G. No more, no more, no more (No more). It sucks, I just can't take no more. It's like my blood's running high. I'm tied up in us. 2-4, 2-4, 2-4. I
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Song Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words) (Album Version) - Jack Jones. Oh it's often use many words to say a simple thing. It takes thought and time and rhyme. To make a poem sing. With music and
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Song What The World Needs Now Is Love (Album Version) - Jack Jones. What the world needs now is love, sweet love. It's the only thing that there's just too little of. What the world needs now is love
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, promise me, promise me, promise me, promise me. Verse 1 Jack G. Told you before, this was fun, nothing more. Than just messing up the bed (Messing up the bed). Always been cool knowing me, knowing you. Now
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Verse 1 Jack Gilinsky. Lately I can feel us drifting. Both of us been acting different. We used to be so consistent. Is there nothing left to say, say?. Pre-Chorus Jack Gilinksy. Now I see your face
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. There's no more chances for Jack The Lad. No one ever confronted you, you're never without a crowd. The thought had never cross your mind to do your mother proud. Mugging's your speciality on which you
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TOO USED TO BEING WITH YOU. WITH BONNIE OWENS. (Jack Rhodes - Don Carter). '64 Central Songs, BMI Too used to that certain someone to offer my love to anyone new. My excuse for not wanting no one
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Bài hát Flights - Jack & Jack. Said you've seen it all before, right?. But what about tonight?. Won't you open your eyes,. Take a look outside,. At the open skylight?. She tells me it's a little cold
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Song Water - Jack Garratt. Water, water wash. Water wash over me, cool me down. Cool me down. Water, water leave. Water leave through the valleys you wore down. Wear me down. Drown me in the water
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Bài hát Heal Me - Grace Carter. Same eyes, complexion. No love or affection. Same time, same place. But you don't recognize my face. I'm mad, you're crazy. Treat me like your baby. No change, no
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Bài hát Liverpool - Nathan Carter. Dirty knees, young boys dreams, music everywhere. Friendly ghosts, an old sign post, voices fill the air. A smiling Nan, a babies pram come strolling down the
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