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May 2
You think about some of your friends.
Will they lie or **** the common air?
They say life is not really grey,
They are fency when they pay.
It's amoral place,
Your guilty pleasures are
What they really hate.
They closed this friendly way,
Okay, ma'am,
What are you doing now?
Just try to run away.
Saudade
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Saudade  22/M/Georgia, Samtredia
(22/M/Georgia, Samtredia)   
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     Thomas W Case and Micko
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