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o que mim lhe devem
teria mesmo seu gracejo
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
como deva mim ajude ŕ direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
simplesmente falando

 



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