I'm sweatin' gasoline. Will somebody just come and wipe me down? If you struck a match on me, I'd probably burn this mothafucka' down. From the ceilin
Wouldn't you like to see me fail See myself and then turn tail Lose all my drive and the music goes stale But let me warn you I'm very careful In fact
The name is Potter, hi there I'm sure getting hotter, mind there I told this chick she could see my [Incomprehensible] cactus Back in the confines of
Lord if I'm the clay then I've been left out in the sun Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky Still clinging to the prodigal sun But I'm on my way back
When you find the one you want You summon them in, you blush, you flaunt Such consummate lips betray your thoughts To so gaily inspire a lark You say
The soul thrower Spirit of sadness Forever damned Divine passage to Hell Sacred ossuary of eternity A morbid retirement far away from the mortals The
I'm sweating gasoline Will somebody just come and wipe me down If you struck a match on me I'd probably burn this motherf***er down From the ceiling to
A puttane il tempo... a puttane i nostri sogni... oggi il lanciatore di coltelli si e disteso lungo il fiume e guarda il cielo: guarda il cielo come se
S?etablir dans une contree, En devenir resident, se l?approprier, Y expulser ses habitants, miserables gens Soumis par droit de conquete, et places
The name is Potter, hi there I'm sure getting hotter, minder I told her strict she could see my prickled cactus back in the confines of my home She didn
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