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extreme out

You
Tired of so much doubt
Yo
To ask the wind
You
Where did I meet the moon?
I?
What the hell is my time?
In going out, drinking, the usual roll
Get a thousand stripes, talk to people
Get to bed and fuck, what a den! Without you
I'm going, I don't even touch the ground and scare up to the clouds
I don't know if it's your kisses or this tripi that goes up to me
I don't remember na anymore, that everything was colored
Where will the kisses be? They have left the flowers
Go out, drink, the usual roll
Get a thousand stripes, talk to people
Get to bed and fuck that guarded without you
And the next day
And when they get home they greet me
Hey! Where are you going, bastard? Where have you been?
I assure you that I have not been over, that I have not wasted time
I've spent it on
Go out, drink, the usual roll
Get a thousand stripes, talk to people
Get to bed and fuck that guarded without you
And the next day
For some, life is galloping for
A cobbled road of hours
Minutes and seconds
I am humbler
And I just want the wave that arises
Of the last sigh of a second
I rocked transport
until the next
Go out, drink
Go out, drink, the usual roll
Get a thousand stripes, talk to people
Get to bed and fuck that guarded without you
And the next day
Go out, drink, the usual roll
Get a thousand stripes, talk to people
Get to bed and fuck that guarded without you
And the next day
I don't remember anything anymore
That everything was colored
Where will the kisses be?
They have the flowers
Go out, know
Go out, drink, the usual roll
Get a thousand stripes, talk to people
Get to bed and fuck that guarded without you
And the next day
I don't remember anything anymore

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