"While I was thinking you didn't have a clue
Tough to sort files with your voice in my head
So then I bribed you downstairs with a Malboro red
So now I feel so small discovering you knew
How much more torture would you have put me through?
You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes
Or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes"
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já te adicionei no msn (:
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