I say goodbye. I keep my huge time in the pocket, shouting sun with a smile former prison gray. Today I take my girl away from this whirlwind blacks where your fingers can reach us ... ever.
They are pulling the thin thread of obsession , they are finally joining brick by brick. Today I take my girl away of this storm, where your fingers black not we can achieve ... ever.
We go far not ask where ... I'm ... where? . (The fine thread of obsession, 2007)
They are pulling the thin thread of obsession , they are finally joining brick by brick. Today I take my girl away of this storm, where your fingers black not we can achieve ... ever.
We go far not ask where ... I'm ... where? . (The fine thread of obsession, 2007)
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