What I always sorry when I write bitter things. What
me sing and I play it from me.
What I know so much.
What I do not want to think about it.
That does not matter.
What I know what really matters. What
not work.
That's not the people.
they came to this country. That some things
pulverize with a laugh.
What's sunny outside.
That is nice when I find the right words.
That's when they are right, seems never enough.
that sometimes is a problem that my heart opens wide so that, at all, for a song, for whatever he decides. What
with a heart so the risks are twofold.
What I do not want to say what they are. What
but I prefer the first.
What I feel like a bit of sweetness.
Free. What
please please please i already paid enough.
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