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Feast or famine We shoot up the stars We don't get the better Like corns turning stars Head is on handle We lost in the dark So making him the better When we are guitar on ward
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You can head anymore But you won seal of my left Feast or famine We shoot up the stars We don't get the better Like corns turning stars Head is on handle We lost in the dark So making him the better When we are guitar on wardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
