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at least I tried (We) we are the new diabolic (We) we are the bitter bucolic If I have to give my life, you can have it (We) we are the pulse
(I fight) for the ones who can't fight And if I lose, at least I tried (We) we are the new diabolic (We) we are the bitter bucolic If I have
(I fight) for the ones who can't fight And if I lose, at least I tried (We) we are the new diabolic (We) we are the bitter bucolic If I have
at least I tried (We) we are the new diabolic (We) we are the bitter bucolic If I have to give my life, you can have it (We) we are the pulse
blank companion And says to creation Amends to the sea Bucolic just for me I'm John E. Appleseed Bucolic just for me I'm John E. Appleseed! Don't you
In the country Where we get to be Who we Really are being ourselves I'm counting the days I like the view out our window Bucolic and peaceful
proper Chronic bucolic Lovecraft baby, There ain't no gravy A rural barbarian, proper Chronic bucolic Lovecraft baby, There ain't no gravy A rural
I heard them say that the meek shall reign on Earth Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes
I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth, Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth, I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes,
I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth, Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth. I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes,
old alcoholic, waxing bucolic Shivering and homesick Staring at a wooden floor Staring at a wooden floor Last night I nearly killed myself
Green Goddess Green Goddess Everybody knows you're crooked through and through So eyes straight ahead We're coming for you Your bucolic poetry It
Two oaken doors Open to Floors Imported marble Victorian drawers They go between Bucolic scenes Machavellian And all the lesser name schemes
Bloody newspapers anabolic un minds methabolic With the rap i'm so workaholic so high bucolic this shit Is no simbolic no bullshit melancolic mí rap bolic
streets of porcelain A bucolic sketch in indigo Empty rivers going anywhere A new day turns out to be the the last one While the rain is falling down over
bucolic scene now Has just turned to hell Why why please tell me why So many fell How did peace, joy and music Become a horror to tell? The horror...
sentir l'asfalt com si fos pell per comprendre com sentim i què volem No és cap paisatge ni bucòlic ni idea, però és d'on som i això, amic, no canviarà.
ballin' it up, wit' bucolic alcoholics, all vocalic With vocoder, we reversing gravity and falling up It's a tragedy how taller people get to dunk I wish I
mist soft with the strength of Kyoshi I awaken in the dark in peace because I know we Walk the moon together; Ursa Minor rebirth Flora, fauna - bucolic
empathy Forbearance enmity Bucolic tableau picturesque Metropolitans Developing accord Contemporary bonds Originate compassionate Elbow grease the we
God I love my country Even though sometimes I curse her When clouds are grey and piling up And heavy on my heart In summer she's bucolic Winter's still
was too far but it always haunted her She felt herself bucolic, alcoholic, nostalgic She thought life betrayed her She wished to pass the chrysalis
Loose platonic animatronic death bucolic pr review Free to chew spit the bubble influencer fashion producer pauper rich salt the slug sip the love melt
Of gallant feats That gripped our fledgling minds, Of a spirited people And their bucolic wisdoms, From the land in which you grew, From the land in which
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