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6 Most Favorite Songs

(highly recommend listening to them)

1. Tremble by Nichole Nordeman from the album This Mystery
2. Amazing sung by Jannele from the album Livin' for Something
3. Absolute by Thousand Foot Krutch from the album The Art of Breaking
4. Listen to Your Hear by D.H.T from the album Listen to Your Heart
5. Perfect World by Simple Plan from the album Still Not Gettin' Any
6. Something More by Ryan Malcolm


THESE SONGS ARE SO COOL!

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