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eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
eu prendo seu coração
macia agora a luz do dia
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu sei o que você está indo dizer

 



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