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Sep 2013
Not gonna drunk dial unless I've something worthwhile but oh what I might say

Gotta a rye smile and ****** if I care not gonna flinch any shape or anywhere

Roaming up and roaming down it's strange I feel I'm roaming around

And failing all the people too

Tell stories they would love from you

******* hell again this shell, we'll break, we'll rise, we'll fall again

We'll live, we'll die and maybe cry but shhhh....
Bernardo Soares
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Bernardo Soares  London
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