Pra ser sincero eu n+úo espero de voc+¬ mais do que educa+ž+úo hatt' ich schon.

[chorus:]haha its still jokes! estas lineas son las que pronto vas a leer Its nothin like you guys cause I recite poetry that knowone likes Ya no lo mires mas, ya no lo mires


But I was born without a doggone thing
Barchetta mia
I can hear my mother call
You work at this plant so long your a plant
door mezelf te schamen
coz I can't help falling in love with you
I'm too stale to eat breakfast
And some of us are in jail
(Keep on layin' down harmony)
Since that night I'm not the same desire breeds an ugly stain inside me
The torture remains to the end of time
Thinkin we are moving fast



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