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Ready now I had to clean myself off Settle down Make it out of this rut safely I'll flee and think it's time to let go Think I felt the safety in the
Pulenta e galena fregia e un fantasma in soe la veranda barbera cume' petroli e anca la loena me paar che sbanda... cadrega che fa frecass e buca verta
Übersetzung: The Frames. Galena.
Pulenta e galena fregia e un fantasma in soe la veranda barbera cume' petroli e anca la loena me paar che sbanda... cadrega che fa frecass e buca
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