Future of the left

Adeadene my always smells good

Future of the left
Roll on

Your pity sets the bar so high
I can't believe it believe it myself
What a guy!
Your pity sets the bar so white
I can't believe it believe it myself
What a guy!
There are no bold statements in my paradiddle


Your pity sets the bar so high
I can't believe it believe it myself
What a guy!
Your pity sets the bar so white
I can't believe it believe it myself
What a guy!
Celebrate your long-lost brothers return
Celebrate your long-lost brothers return
He was a preacher man
He was a preacher man
He was a wide, wild, ideal

Throw your heart on the cordon,
Throw your heart on the cordon
Throw your heart on the cordon,
Throw your heart on the cordon to keep warm

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