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Pittfals Of Love

I'm gonna break at the line
I'm gonna break it
(Yeah. Oh, God. You've brought... you've brought me fucking curse)
Now I really see a chemistry light
Pack it, make it
(Right. Oh God!)
Turn them out I can not breath
Burn your torch again
(Now, I'm mad I'll get this fucking bag)
I'm gonna break at the line
I'm gonna break it

I can't feel as you can
Many things that you know:
Population grows
But my erection...Ooh
You bet to beating in drums
You have to show me pretty town
Where we would live
And where I could believe

I'm alright and glad!
Thank you darling
I'm alright!
Thank you darling
I'm glad!

Just give me bag
And please don't lie...
Just give me bag
And please don't lie.

(Shut up, fuck off. You can not feel like I do)
I'm gonna break at the line
I'm gonna break it
(Yeah. Oh, God. You've brought... you've brought me fucking curse)
Now I really see a chemistry light
Pack it, make it
(Right. Oh God!)
Turn them out I can not breath
Burn your torch again
(Now, I'm mad I'll get this fucking bag)
I'm gonna break at the line
I'm gonna break it

Hooo...
I'm so glad touching your face. And what about you?
I Know the level of your tears in the eyes.
Oh, how can I correctly speak,
how can I be so rude with you and with these tabs?
Oh, I love you...


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