rarely sleep dead al when that happens
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the brain is served worse than the corpse
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I'll tell you right away the line is thin
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between sitting at home and curving outside
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boys none like the strongest
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smoky heads of street riders
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in storms lighters hold the flame poorly
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the more people the trumpet burns faster
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the butt is thrown circling her stop
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socializing is haj di someone with a flower bane
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and a good flower brother goes call honey
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looking at the forecast again called ice
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iman hunting is not bad let's go for the bag
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handshake is not and we give rage
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there on the reed you will find my address
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and don't ask the girls if they sang when they did
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as soon as the van is in line
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coming is born will bring honey
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as soon as the van is in line
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tu tu ru tu dosha is honey
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tired as a dog, he snorted
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wake me up predra offers me to snort
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let the marina feed
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still from the trees it began to thunder
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split is lip al from above with marjana
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you can't see what they're up to
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the eighth month is in the garden of one grape
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they call me to blow the trumpet
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I don't care what I can do tomorrow
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high dream closer dream god than pope
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sixteen others made their cake
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for lunch san cool in the evening san mortus
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sia sam na mul uvia san pinel
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volin visit vanka volin sist u tinel
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when the pinel shakes me, the dream is especially cheerful
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Greetings to the author of the letter
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as soon as the van is in line
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coming is born will bring honey
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as soon as the van is in line
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tu tu ru tu dosha is honey x2
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take a picture of me yo! |
grilled steaks
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shout to all the boy gives birth to has style
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uzica san tobacco I need for fruk
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at night they listen and don't make a noise
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composed the fine refrain of Captain Hook
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from his apartment he heard pigeons cooing
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to the old that dream hand we threw a spatula
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little man bilson that rolls like a maher
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the cops came to take our data
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they found no smoke so they shit for the remains
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we play on a balloon resting on a branca
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we smoke palm trees on our mother's house
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I keep the girls apart from me
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this kind of life you know would agree again
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I'm falling for a number of levis
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if you don't like it suck my cock
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as soon as the van is in line
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tu tu ru tu dosha is honey x6 |