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Throw me all aroundLike a boomerang
Throw me all around
Like a boomerang sky
Whatever you do
Don't tell me why
Poppies grow tall
Then say bye bye
The wave is here
A seamless little team
And then we tanked
I guess we're not so sacrosanct
The tip of my tongue
But then we blanked
The wave is here
Waiting on the wind
To tell my side
Ready set jet
But she never gets far
Listen to your skin
From the seat of my car
Two centipedes stuck
In one glass jar
The longest wave
Waiting on the wind
To tell my side
Whatcha want
Whatcha need
Do you love
Maybe I'm the right one
Maybe I'm the wrong
Just another play, the pirate, and the papillon
Time to call it a day
Maybe you're my last love
Maybe you're my first
Just another way to play inside the universe
Now I know why we came
Sterile as the barrel
Of an old 12 gauge
Under my skin
And half my age
Hotter than the wax
On a saxifrage
The longest wave
Waiting on the wind
To turn my page
Steady your sails
For the butterfly flap
Whatever you do
Don't close that gap
I'm dreaming of a woman
But she's just my nap
Your ship is in
Waiting on the tide so I can swim
Whatcha want
Whatcha need
Do you love
Maybe I'm the right one
Maybe I'm the wrong
Just another play, the pirate, and the papillon
Time to call it a day
Maybe you're my last love
Maybe you're my first
Just another way to play inside the universe
Now I know why we came
Now I know why we came
Now I know
Like a boomerang sky
Whatever you do
Don't tell me why
Poppies grow tall
Then say bye bye
The wave is here
A seamless little team
And then we tanked
I guess we're not so sacrosanct
The tip of my tongue
But then we blanked
The wave is here
Waiting on the wind
To tell my side
Ready set jet
But she never gets far
Listen to your skin
From the seat of my car
Two centipedes stuck
In one glass jar
The longest wave
Waiting on the wind
To tell my side
Whatcha want
Whatcha need
Do you love
Maybe I'm the right one
Maybe I'm the wrong
Just another play, the pirate, and the papillon
Time to call it a day
Maybe you're my last love
Maybe you're my first
Just another way to play inside the universe
Now I know why we came
Sterile as the barrel
Of an old 12 gauge
Under my skin
And half my age
Hotter than the wax
On a saxifrage
The longest wave
Waiting on the wind
To turn my page
Steady your sails
For the butterfly flap
Whatever you do
Don't close that gap
I'm dreaming of a woman
But she's just my nap
Your ship is in
Waiting on the tide so I can swim
Whatcha want
Whatcha need
Do you love
Maybe I'm the right one
Maybe I'm the wrong
Just another play, the pirate, and the papillon
Time to call it a day
Maybe you're my last love
Maybe you're my first
Just another way to play inside the universe
Now I know why we came
Now I know why we came
Now I know
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Caith dom go léir ar fud
Cosúil le spéir búmarang
Cibé rud a dhéanann tú
Ná inis dom cén fáth
fás Poppies ard
Ansin deir beannacht beannacht
é an tonn anseo foireann beag gan uaim Agus ansin tanked muid ag buille faoi thuairim mé nach bhfuil muid chomh sacrosanct An bharr mo theanga Ach ansin blanked muid ag Is é an tonn anseo fanacht ar an ghaoth a insint mo thaobh leagtha Ready scaird Ach sí faigheann riamh i bhfad Éist le do chraiceann ó an suíomh mo charr a Dó céadchosaigh bhfostú i gloine amháin jar an tonn is faide fanacht ar an ghaoth a insint mo taobh ag iarraidh Whatcha Whatcha gá an bhfuil grá agat B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé an ceann ceart B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé an mícheart Díreach spraoi eile, an bradach, agus an Papillon Am a ghlaoch air in aghaidh an lae B'fhéidir go bhfuil tú mo ghrá seo caite B'fhéidir go bhfuil tú mo chéad ach ar bhealach eile a imirt laistigh den cruinne Anois tá a fhios agam cén fáth a tháinig muid ag Steiriúla mar an bairille ar sean 12 leithead Faoi mo chraiceann agus leath mo aois níos teo ná an céir ar Mórán an tonn is faide fanacht ar an ghaoth chun dul ar mo leathanach Steady do seolta maidir leis an flap féileacán Cibé rud a dhéanann tú Ná gar bhearna mé ag brionglóideach de bhean Ach tá sí díreach tar éis mo staighre tá do long i Waiting ar an taoide sin is féidir liom snámh ar mian Whatcha Whatcha gá an bhfuil grá agat B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé an ceann ceart B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé an mícheart Díreach spraoi eile, an bradach, agus an Papillon Am a ghlaoch air in aghaidh an lae B'fhéidir go bhfuil tú mo ghrá seo caite B'fhéidir go bhfuil tú mo chéad Díreach ar bhealach eile a imirt laistigh den cruinne Anois tá a fhios agam cén fáth muid ag tháinig Anois tá a fhios agam cén fáth a tháinig muid ag Anois tá a fhios agam
Cosúil le spéir búmarang
Cibé rud a dhéanann tú
Ná inis dom cén fáth
fás Poppies ard
Ansin deir beannacht beannacht
é an tonn anseo foireann beag gan uaim Agus ansin tanked muid ag buille faoi thuairim mé nach bhfuil muid chomh sacrosanct An bharr mo theanga Ach ansin blanked muid ag Is é an tonn anseo fanacht ar an ghaoth a insint mo thaobh leagtha Ready scaird Ach sí faigheann riamh i bhfad Éist le do chraiceann ó an suíomh mo charr a Dó céadchosaigh bhfostú i gloine amháin jar an tonn is faide fanacht ar an ghaoth a insint mo taobh ag iarraidh Whatcha Whatcha gá an bhfuil grá agat B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé an ceann ceart B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé an mícheart Díreach spraoi eile, an bradach, agus an Papillon Am a ghlaoch air in aghaidh an lae B'fhéidir go bhfuil tú mo ghrá seo caite B'fhéidir go bhfuil tú mo chéad ach ar bhealach eile a imirt laistigh den cruinne Anois tá a fhios agam cén fáth a tháinig muid ag Steiriúla mar an bairille ar sean 12 leithead Faoi mo chraiceann agus leath mo aois níos teo ná an céir ar Mórán an tonn is faide fanacht ar an ghaoth chun dul ar mo leathanach Steady do seolta maidir leis an flap féileacán Cibé rud a dhéanann tú Ná gar bhearna mé ag brionglóideach de bhean Ach tá sí díreach tar éis mo staighre tá do long i Waiting ar an taoide sin is féidir liom snámh ar mian Whatcha Whatcha gá an bhfuil grá agat B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé an ceann ceart B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé an mícheart Díreach spraoi eile, an bradach, agus an Papillon Am a ghlaoch air in aghaidh an lae B'fhéidir go bhfuil tú mo ghrá seo caite B'fhéidir go bhfuil tú mo chéad Díreach ar bhealach eile a imirt laistigh den cruinne Anois tá a fhios agam cén fáth muid ag tháinig Anois tá a fhios agam cén fáth a tháinig muid ag Anois tá a fhios agam
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- antivita
- Humanissimi Viri Francisci Angloisi virt
- ne recte deorsum suffodito
- vita
- Amicus Rumani Generis
- hey Johnny what sap?
- contre-vie
- olatis sua octo dierum
- hey Johnny whatsapp
- et que veux tu savoir
- olatis sua octo dierum
- Throw me all aroundLike a boomerang skyW
- Ose quitte à choquer
- Ne speres aliquid hominis
- hey Johnny what zap?
- Quitte
- Détecter la langueEchanger les langues s
- à
- hey Johnny what ssap
- Choquer
- hey Johnny what ssapp
- cum dump
- anti
- Ose quitte à choquerOseQuitteà choquer
