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a little more, don't wanna be all our shit into the plane at five-O-three

its best you dont see me anymore I was devastated, couldn't take no more Wir fanden unser Horoskop Nightingale sings lonely tunes

"Prepared for liftoff."
Now that I've got mine
break: Albeit unseen, albeit unveiled
Lost in your wonderful ways
I'm in illusion, what's going on?
About to cop this tape, hop in my whip and skate
when you've broken you vow?
Because it's on, good
di un ottobre avanzato, con il cielo gi+á bruno,
(Leavin' it all behind)
Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul
Est+ís temblando deja de llorar
Puis ils s'endormaient dans les fil+es d'un poste de t+el+e
Oh! Here they come, the belligerent scum,
and then we were gone
i'll help to see forever too
Deaf MacBeth, scar city, the slasher
refugee seeking
the dead shall stalk the earth.
and concentrate on these rhymes, that I picked to stick
On this battleground