Primeiro estranha-se... depois... vomita-se... fodasse! Solsticio todo a chover, dia a seguir sempre a chover... nao admira que estes cacetes fiquem maravilhados com Portugal... chove todos os cabroes dos dias fodasse! Soh me apetece mandar isto tudo po' ca£*%&$o...
Enfim... mais saturado que isto nao sei se consigo estar...
Meu rico Portugal...
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Well I can see you're giving up... Laying the towel on the floor, And packing your bags close to the door... As the bed is scarce of spa...
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I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
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So time keeps clumping on into lumps of people Getting divided by different phases in your life... By all the awkward desires one has on sol...
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