it´s all your fault
it´s all your fualt, you called me beutiful
You turned men out and now I can´t turn back
I hold my breath `cause you were perfect
But I´m running out of air and it´s not fair...
You turned men out and now I can´t turn back
I hold my breath `cause you were perfect
But I´m running out of air and it´s not fair...
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