Love songs, I used to hate that shit
But I find
Whenever I feel I cannot go on
At a point when
A bag full of stories
It's all I have got
But I'm
Too many things I like to say
Too many things
The elderly association from Klazienaratjetoe(*1)
They got a note, they were
It's no lie, I say it right in your face
I see your perfect body and your face
You think you're
There comes a day that I will be six feet
Help, help, ik word hartstikke gek!
Ik communiceer mezelf over
She's scared, he's home again
Like in a war she makes
A bag full of stories, it's all I have got
But
Ik bin ni perfect, ik heb zomien kuure
Heb ik
We've got to break the public peace
Force those suckers down
Can anybody tell me what I'm doing here
I try
Walk to the left, walk to the right
I'm searching
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