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Varun Jain & Shilpa Rao Lyrics. Varun Jain & Shilpa Rao "Tumhare Hi Rahenge Hum": Phir se milne ki jahan pe De gaye thhe tum qasam Dekh lo aa kar wahin pe Aaj bhi baithe huye hai hum...
Arijit Singh Lyrics. Arijit Singh "Aar Kobe?": Jomchhe ek paahad, asojhyo abichaar... Stabdho hoye chhilo tara- byastota haajar! Tai je nai kheyaal...
Ed Sheeran Lyrics. "Perfect". I found a love for me. Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead. Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics. "Not Like Us". (Drake Diss) Psst, I see dead people. (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho. Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw. Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro". Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo.
Teddy Swims Lyrics. "Bad Dreams". Sun is goin' down time is runnin' out. No one else around but me. Steady losing line, steady losing my mind. Over shadows and grind my teeth, ooh. Without you, there ain't no place for me to hide. Without you, there's no way I could sleep tonight. What I'd do for a little bit of peace and quiet.
Lenny Kravitz Lyrics. "Human". When all of my days are done. Of pleasin' everyone. I'll finally have begun. Our time on Earth ain't gonna last forever. I'm on my journey, I won't be afraid.
Atif Aslam Lyrics. "Toota Jo Kabhi Taara". (with Sumedha Karmahe) (from "A Flying Jatt" soundtrack) Kisi shaam ki tarah. Tera rang hai khila. Main raat ek tanha. Tu chand sa milla. Haan tujhe dekhta raha.
Ooh. I pray that I don't give up, pray that I do my best. Pray that I can lift up, pray my brother is blessed. Praying for enough, pray Virgilio wins. Pray I judge nobody and forgive me my sins. I pray we make it, pray my friend will pull through. Pray as I take it unto others, I do.
Julien Doré Lyrics. "Pourvu Qu'elles Soient Douces". (originally by Mylène Farmer) Ton regard oblique, en rien n'est lubrique. Ta maman t'a trop fessé. Ton goût du revers n'a rien de pervers. Et ton bébé n'est pas fâché. Ton Kamasutra a bien cent ans d'âge. Mon Dieu que c'est démodé.
