It's an easy beat of nothing And we don't need no guitars. We can run and sing and wreak our cars. Be careful of the judge inside His gavel and his stand collide. But he's only guilty of what's wrong. Now you can take a feather and pull it from your hat. You murder all the liars who say they're about to die.
3 comentários:
Bom feriado.
It's an easy beat of nothing
And we don't need no guitars.
We can run and sing and wreak our cars.
Be careful of the judge inside
His gavel and his stand collide.
But he's only guilty of what's wrong.
Now you can take a feather and pull it from your hat.
You murder all the liars who say they're about to die.
feriado? onde?
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brincadeira. vou torrar na praia, se deus quiser.
bom feriado, lorismar
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