From here i'm dying, e sto muriendo, tengo miedo
que tu leave io, quit, quit, quit, something like questo
recibes las cancion de la madrugada, entiendes mal
perchè love is all, love is all, love is all
brutalmente and lovely,
stupéfixée à tes envies
mordre l'air et cueillir your thought,
welcome in my bello mondo
birds flying high and you know what I mean.
I want solo tornare à Paris, bit your bite?
And so what ? Essere Lolita come vuoi,
mangiare your bread and kiffer all this storia.
Tutte belle cose hanno una END.
Ma I don't voglio.

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