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  I Have Nothin Piano – Whitney Houston

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• 4:19

  Okruszek – Seweryn Krajewski

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• 3:12

  Dziś Do Ciebie Przyjść Nie Mogę – Partyzancka

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• 2:43

  Brzydcy Piano – Grażyna Łobaszewska

  Brzydka ona, brzydki on Mała stacja, kiepski bar A oni przytuleni, jakoś niezwykle tak Jakby się miał utlenić nagle świat I gdzieś w jeziorach źrenic Światła na tysiąc par W czterech słońcach żar Gdzieś tu chyba zakpił los Ona brzydka, brzydki on A taka ładna miłość, aż nierealna wręcz Tak jakby ich spowiła tęcza tęcz I wszechobecna siła Tknęła najczystszy ton W tkliwy serca dzwon Nie mów do mnie często zbyt "Wyglądasz dziś jak nikt" Jakoś nie bawi mnie już wcale Ten banalny sznyt Ja ci odpowiem szczerze Uprzejmie wierzę, lecz to nie w tym rzecz Że brzydka ona, brzydki on Że mała stacja, kiepski bar Że brzydka ona, brzydki on Że mała stacja, kiepski bar To nie w tym rzecz Nie, nie Już to wiem Wiem Nie w tym rzecz Już to wiem Lepiej późno niż wcale Translate to English

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• 3:33

  Diamond Dreams Original LIVE – Agnes Kurcaba

  Ver 1 Somewhere far away from here.. The depth of our Words flows.. Where are u goin’ to My Sweet Dream.. Somewhere far away from here.. The River of Our Dreams flows From now on.. I meet no Evil.. Chorus Take me Take me There.. Where Nobody Nobody.. Will ever hurt me .. Again.. Ver 2 Somewhere far away from here. The Waterfall of our Fears Exists.. But I am no longer In there.. Chorus Take me Take me There.. Where Nobody Nobody.. Will ever hurt me .. Again.. Bridge U are here with Me.. U are here with Me.. Givin’ Me.. Diamond Dfreams.. Outro Somewhere far away from here..

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• 4:30

  Messy Guitar – Lola Young

  You know I'm impatient So why would you leave me waitin' outside the station When it was like minus four degrees? And I, I get what you're sayin' I just really don't wanna hear it right now Can you shut up for like once in your life? Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice about How you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33 Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be? 'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate, you hate It's taking you ages You still don't get the hint, I'm not askin' for pages But one text or two would be nice And please, don't pull those faces When I've been out working my arse off all day It's just one bottle of wine or two But, hey, you can't even talk You smoke weed just to help you sleep Then why you out gettin' stoned at four o'clock? And then you come home to me And don't say hello, 'cause I got high again And forgot to fold my clothes 'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot Oh-ooh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Carter Lang / Scott Zhang / Lola Young / Conor Luke Dickinson Messy lyrics © Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Wc Music Corp., Day One Songs Limited

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