gives me happiness to know that the thought of never seeing you more, the idea of \u200b\u200bno longer trust anything tell me.
I knew what happiness it gives me the idea never to touch the idea of \u200b\u200bnot to follow in everything you do.
I put my hands in my pocket and I spat on the table, I love a good appetite.
gives me happiness to know that the idea of \u200b\u200bnot knowing where to go when you walk, when you sleep with whoever you do it.
Of all the tears you cry how many?
Quantifying the evil you do to me I saw that never ends.
So I put my hands in my pocket and I spat on the table, I love a good appetite.
When you go shopping what to buy, what color you colored furniture,
I would not even know where you live longer.
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