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Hey, you may think that I'm a gangster, The way I dress, they way I speak you, But, that's not me men, that's, my EGO men, Sometimes he catchs me, and he tries to pull me back in. But, when I have nothing left to paid, I resisted and said: -Hey EGO how it goes in? -I think, I were born to win... -EGO, can you believe? " EGO, you are the real me.”
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
EGO
Hey, you may think that I'm a gangster, The way I dress, they way I speak you, But, that's not me men, that's, my EGO men, Sometimes he catchs me, and he tries to pull me back in. But, when I have nothing left to paid, I resisted and said: -Hey EGO how it goes in? -I think, I were born to win... -EGO, can you believe? " EGO, you are the real me.”
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
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