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Poarta Raiului

it's clear, my dear, we're dead or almost there. This drink could be the last for you and me. Don't swallow.

It's clear, my dear, we're dead or almost there. This drink could be the last for you and me. Don't swallow

Maman jette ce bac loin de ma vue Dans tout ces mensonges je n'en veux plus cet ange noir deplie ses ailes et dans la nuit j'appelle aux portes du ciel

Maman jette ce bac loin de ma vue Dans tout ces mensonges je n'en veux plus cet ange noir deplie ses ailes et dans la nuit j'appelle aux portes du ciel

We had fun in the sun but now you?ve thrown it away tossing out the baby with the bathtub these dogs have strayed you?ll never know how hard I tried

I want to slam the coastline I want to hammer trees you know I like it we used the bend the risers and the maple leaves you know I like it because it

Seconds from the aftermath happiness from beyond looking like a doggie picture thinking like a skull, come and get it on these aren't the droids you'

Heaven is a switchboard that you want to fight she would even miss you if you taught her sight power politician leaning to the right baby's got a trust

Smoking cloves, you're the toast of midem you twiddle knobs because you think you need them they'll put you in the ground where's the pose, the curse