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zuò cí : wú |
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zuò qǔ : wú |
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zuò qǔ: zēng zǐ háo Sampson Tsang |
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zuò cí: hé lì Holly Ho zēng zǐ háo Sampson Tsang |
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biān qǔ: zēng zǐ háo Sampson Tsang |
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hòu qī hùn suō: zēng zǐ háo Sampson Tsang |
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zhì zuò rén: zēng zǐ háo Sampson Tsang |
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Turning right, or turning left? |
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Stay on crossroad starting to watch the passersby |
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Crowed path to get the fame |
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That hungry lust approaching to creep into my brain |
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Run away |
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Carry on |
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Turn around |
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Late at night |
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Deep inside |
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Bitter smile |
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And I think god will say |
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I m not a low lower slave |
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Just wait... |
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If have a chance to change this fate? |
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Yeah |
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So let it rain |
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Cleaning all my skins |
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When the sun is burning bright |
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Everybody all over this place is getting dry |
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What a fool |
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What a crazy way to go |
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Keep awake |
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Losing grip |
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Just wanna cry |
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And I scream god I pray |
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I m not a low lower slave |
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Just wait |
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If have a chance to change this fate? |
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When getting far away |
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We barely find our trace |
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Just fly |
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Oh, we have no more time to waste, hey! |
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Now escape! |
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Just let it rain |
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Spreading our wings |
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Fly away! |