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era un oysterman giovane alto
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
il corpo può limitare
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
dio
ascolti
sono fevered
i giorni hypocritic
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova

 



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