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Bài hát One Touch (Todd Edwards Remix) - Jess Glynne, Jax Jones. Promise me you'll catch me when I'm weightless. Hold me close before the crazy come. Until you're done with running, I'll be patient
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to go to / touch me / on the back seat, on the top deck / talk dirty /. On the back row / can you feel me / against you? / oh no / we shouldn't / we shouldn't /. We shouldn't / I want to / . mmmm
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hated me, bullets penetrated me. Cops infotrated me, * you niggaz say to me?. I'm not on tour, I got to smother the strip. Underdog, my face ain't graced the cover of *. Been down too long like
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been dreamin of . Someone to love . To hold . To be my inspiration . Someone to touch, to cherise for life . So hear my lonelyness . Im giving up on you . I dont need you anymore . Ive found what i been
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you'll ever touch. Please lie to me. And say you'll stay. Even if you plan to go away. I know you'll come back another day. Please lie to me. Check all of the above. I'm deaf, dumb, and blindly in love. I
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me. . You take me to the. . You take me to the. You take me to the top. . Bridge. . Just give me your hand. Hold it out. . Close your eyes. Move up close to me. . Just talk to me in the
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like it did before. I've been walking through the mirror to nowhere. Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door. . When I was in Missouri they would not let me be. I had to leave there in a
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like it did before. I've been walking through the mirror to nowhere. Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door. . When I was in Missouri they would not let me be. I had to leave there in a
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I packed up my pony. I loaded my Sony. No one could see me for dust. Im leaving my friends there. Its not that I dont care. I just need to chip off the rust I really belong here. But something
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I packed up my pony. I loaded my Sony. No one could see me for dust. Im leaving my friends there. Its not that I dont care. I just need to chip off the rust I really belong here. But something
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. Our statistics show what we do is true. A world without color is a world without sound. A world to keep the rabble down. So close the deal, close the door. Forget about the colors that you knew
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. As ready as I was that night To love, to love, to love, to love. All you need's the opportunity. To love, to love, to love, to love. Baby don't you make a fool of me There are those of us too cool
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when you touch me like this. (Touch me like this). And you hold me like that. (Hold me like that). I just have to admit. That it's all coming back to me When I touch you like this. (Touch you like
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when you touch me like this. (Touch me like this). And you hold me like that. (Hold me like that). I just have to admit. That it's all coming back to me When I touch you like this. (Touch you like
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I've been loving you too long to stop now You were tired and you want to be free. My love is growing stronger, as you become a habit to me. Oh I've been loving you a little too long. I don't want
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We used to sleep real late, play our records loud. Times we were broke, we'd laugh about it. Sometimes we'd just leave town, go down to the shore,. Watch the waves close out, just to be close
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Get some pain and I feel alive. (Born to end). Close my eyes overdose on hell. (Born to end) Get run over by no direction. (Born to end). Breathing dead and I'm born to end. (Born to end) Fall
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. But now it's all good baby. Roll that Backwood baby. And play me close. 'Cause girls like you. Run around with guys like me. 'Til sundown, when I come through. I need a girl like you, yeah yeah. Girls
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to sew. A time of love, a time of hate. A time of peace, I swear it's not too late. . . . Original source. . To every thing there is a season, and a time. To every purpose under the heaven
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to sew. A time of love, a time of hate. A time of peace, I swear it's not too late. . . . Original source. . To every thing there is a season, and a time. To every purpose under the heaven
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to sew. A time of love, a time of hate. A time of peace, I swear it's not too late. . . . Original source. . To every thing there is a season, and a time. To every purpose under the heaven
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to sew. A time of love, a time of hate. A time of peace, I swear it's not too late. . . . Original source. . To every thing there is a season, and a time. To every purpose under the heaven
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to sew. A time of love, a time of hate. A time of peace, I swear it's not too late. . . . Original source. . To every thing there is a season, and a time. To every purpose under the heaven
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to explain the things that happened. To put in words why she's not here would take too long. And it's all too far beyond the realm of understanding. To make a long story short, she's gone The way
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. We are so out of touch yeah. We are so out of touch yeah. La La La. La la la la. We speak in past tense and talk about the weather. Half broken sentences we try to piece togethor. I ask about an