Who's gonna get your virgil
What's going on
Who's gonna get your
Hello everyone. I suppose you think, that nothing much is
Amber light
Of this new morning
Amber light
Clear, bright and warming
Overnight
To the whole room, her eyes are numb
As she reads
This town is just a fake,
A place where you can't
On a bright day she passed away in the morning
It's
Crises, crises, you can't get away
Crises, crises, you can't get
Crisis, crisis you can't get away
Crisis, crisis you can't get
Watching for a spark
It's a moonlight show
Reaching through the dark
Do
Away to the westward
I'm longing to be,
Where the beauties of
When you want the score
When you need a helping hand
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Babyerst machst du mich anund scheust dabei keine Mühe.Du verdrehst
I hear a voice from paradise,
Looks like a new day
She had a sulky smile
She took a standard pose as
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