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• Artiste: Huntingtons
• Titre: Fft
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Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
sitting in my room the thoughts are flying through my head tast inside my brain is tart the contract's on my bed smell the smell of cigar smoke and i know who it is ideas are dumb the doors are shut the messages are his my buddly al drove off a cliff and ran into a nail he licks his wounds and wonders how the tooth drove him to fail he hates to park his car downtown on 16th avenue sometimes her eyes are green and other times i think they're blue my sister is a mother and my mother is a chore my brother is a junkie for the c.o. music boards i knew this guy who was so lazy and he was so dumb he slept all day and lost his job and now he is a bum