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Uploader: SONIC2011 - Mujer Francesa - Phat Ass yeah
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There's too much sensation here to handle love, hate, for some people **********.
Ghosts of the past, our age.
Why does my stomach hurt so much?
Why am I so cold when it's selling?
More used to it when I was little by little I feel the beatings as if I were younger.
I don't know where to be, must I admit, being weak, ****** between the lines of my letter.
Feel my sickness in this terrible letter Pain, lose my strength, I'm so fond of it.
When I ran over, I pulled a croquet head, dead, love ******* me.
The heart was anesthetized, she found the living nerve.
Verdosé, my heart to death, I wanted to do right to change.
Away from the dangers like a thug to settle down.
# Rounded up in the past, sad life #.
I was in love, in protection, like Jean-Cyr in safety.
Plasted by the upper-cime that muzzles, plastinated by the weights of clothing.
Always sitting when you're having fun, tired of the bad news.
Ghosts from the past crack us up, like a schlag, like a chauffeur.
When the time comes, put some crack down, don't let me get it.
Like a woman on the plain when I see all my blood.
The piercing eyes, when you see me, you feel it.
Ghosts from the past crack us up, like a schlag, like a chauffeur.
When the time comes, put some crack down, don't let me get it.
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