@taiga._lov: 保存用 2 ・ ・ ・ SixTONES「朱夏」 髙地優吾プロデュース曲 MILE SixTONES -Best Tracks- 通常盤収録曲 #SixTONES #スト担と繋がりたい #髙地優吾 #京本担です

きょもめろたんがなんばーわん🫰🏻💘
きょもめろたんがなんばーわん🫰🏻💘
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user5522405303370
なっちゃん :
保存したいです🥺
2026-04-19 15:45:37
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user14531774478105
りこ :
SixTONES上手すぎて泣きそう
2026-04-06 01:58:20
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user9661101862993
カイカイ🐰 :
樹くんと慎太郎くんから始まる曲は、儚いイメージ、つまりは神曲
2026-04-28 19:14:26
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user4914672631118
音 :
朱夏ってどこで見れますか?YouTubeにもサブスクにもなくて💦
2026-10-19 08:30:23
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user674010136609
熊男🪄ྀི💋 :
歌割りを髙地が決めてるんなら天才すぎて一生着いていくわ
2026-05-09 21:16:30
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user3694396261140
陽菜 :
みんな歌い方が泣かしに来てる。めっちゃ泣いた。
2026-04-22 22:49:56
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k1976sxx
きりちゃ :
樹のしゃがれた声が曲にマッチしててやばすぎ
2026-05-20 03:26:41
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taiga._lov
きょもめろたんがなんばーわん🫰🏻💘 :
樹の歌い出しと、「ただ鮮明に僕を貫け」が大好きです🫶🏻💙
2026-01-26 03:34:46
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user7418418619774
カメロンパン :
髙地担です!
2026-07-21 05:57:54
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tnkjr.6
tnkjr.6 :
樹のパートめっちゃ好き💙
2026-08-09 00:57:39
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mint.nori
mint.nori🐴🌳🧡 :
スタジアムライブで日が沈む時間に流れたらピッタリな曲ですね! ぜひその場でチームSixTONESみんなで唄いたいなぁー✨✨
2026-07-06 05:04:05
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sto.bltr
みりん :
樹担だけど、この曲みんなのプロデュース曲で1番好き!!!
2026-03-11 05:01:11
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nika.01014
nika.01014 :
これ聞いて今日も頑張る
2026-08-20 23:45:14
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y.shintaro122
るなたん💎💚 :
SixTONESみんな歌うますぎてビビる🥺🥺🥺
2026-03-06 23:39:12
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tky8458
たくや :
いい曲すぎるわ
2026-05-08 14:35:55
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juri_hokuto1518
🦁 🦅 :
この動画もcdですかね?あと保存できるならしたいです!
2026-08-25 07:29:46
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user5686617256597
ぽこ :
等身大の歌やっぱりささる sixtonesサイコー🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 ずぅーと6人応援します。
2026-05-27 09:28:34
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user14531774478105
りこ :
朱夏めっちゃ歌詞良すぎる!!! 朱夏泣ける!
2026-03-21 01:30:38
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user5686617256597
ぽこ :
座っていてもこの歌唱力さすがとしか、6人で歌い上げるやっぱり力集まるとすごいよ😳😅😂🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
2026-09-06 05:55:07
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aito10291125
るな :
初めまして😊ジェシー担です🥰ᩚ仲良くしてください!!
2026-03-19 05:12:40
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dy2r2kda0ufc
ジェス :
😳😳😳
2026-08-04 07:56:21
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user794693329467
き :
🥰🥰🥰
2026-09-28 05:35:46
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usero87dd0m1jv
のん :
😁😁😁
2026-09-21 03:56:45
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yts0hctxu4z
あ :
😳😳😳
2026-09-16 23:08:04
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