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It's killing time. The TV''s on with a bottle of shit. Buried Needle. The record player has forgotten not to spin, so, you're feeling useless? Well, the
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Traduction: Pilote Bannière. Pensacola.
Traduction: Osborne, Joan. Pensacola.
Traduction: Jolene. Pensacola.
Traduction: The Lawrence Arms. Hey, What Time Is "Pensacola: Wings of Gold '.
Traduction: Soul Coughing. Pensacola.
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Keep holding the days that time's stolen with you. The funny, sad dumb things that you'd do, mistakes and bad tattoos. And we'd burn ablaze through the
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It's killing time the t.v.'s on with a bottle of shit buried needle the record player's forgotten not to spin so, you're feeling useless well, the bidding
Killing time. The TV's on with a bottle of shit. Buried Needle. The record player has forgotten not to spin. So, you're feeling useless? Well
it's killing time the t.v.'s on with a bottle of shit buried needle the record player's forgotten not to spin so, you're feeling useless well, the bidding
