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mi domando dove vivete
mi sono levato in piedi
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
sono fevered
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
è allineare che dite che i dii sono più uso a voi che i fairies
l'amore è stato cantato mille sensi
aumentato dai morti
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
senza sosta
indietro, giri indietro

 



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