I want to thank you You've been the meaning of life for me Now I can see the real me Feelings I couldn't bear All the things I wouldn't dare Times I
I want to thank you You've been the meaning of life for me Now I can see the real me Feelings I couldn't bear All the things I wouldn't dare Times I thought
译文: 燃烧的嘴唇. 感谢你.
: I want to thank you You've been the meaning of life for me Now I can see the real me Feelings I couldn't bear All the things I wouldn't dare Times
for Beck Hanson In walks Jack says, "How'd ya do?", oh yeah Then he handed me this wonderful statue And I said, "Thank you Jack White for the fiber-optic Jesus That you
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comin' through And I thank you, baby Oh, how I thank you, baby You taught me so much And you showed me so much and love and insensitivity That since you
it comin' through And I thank you baby Oh how I thank you, baby You taught me so much And you showed me so much love and sensitivity that since you'
kiss your lips You turned on my fire, baby (Baby) Then you showed me what love can do Fire and desire feeling good to you You turned on my fire, baby And you
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
to you (Feelin good to you) You turned on my fire (Fire, ooh...ooh...), baby (Oh, baby) And you burn me up within your flame (You burn me, you burn
what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been
2 top bitches kind of slid off they game And at the time I was going through my personal pain Them the sorta things kind of drive you insane Bitch betta thank God you
on you Bless your sweet mistakes That crumble you down to your knees That brought you to this place Changing you by degrees When change was just what you needed What you
happy place) but you won't let those robots defeat me. Oh, Phoebe. ("I am sorry but, I'm incredibally talented") ("Great, Oh my God, this was not at all scary") ("Thank you
sword,) (and the bombs that can't replace the stained glass window) For which we should thank the good lord, thank the good lord) (thank you, thank you, thank you
Mary, Mary just a whore for the underground They made you pay in guilt for your salvation Thought you had them fooled? Now they've sent me for you You
