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she's sweet as a doughnut if she grew sour i still would condone her girl on the move and I never could zone her she's somethin special se chama besondere ich bin tr(ee)lingue i speak like a stoner talkin bout love please don't ruin the moment she hears my voice and she knows that I'm flowin she sees my feet and she knows where I'm goin this could be magic i know that you know it we could be magic i know that you know it
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
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she's sweet as a doughnut if she grew sour i still would condone her girl on the move and I never could zone her she's somethin special se chama besondere ich bin tr(ee)lingue i speak like a stoner talkin bout love please don't ruin the moment she hears my voice and she knows that I'm flowin she sees my feet and she knows where I'm goin this could be magic i know that you know it we could be magic i know that you know it
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
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