Jornal Pro cês ;3

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With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid, and contagious
Here we are now entertain us

And I'll fight my corner
Maybe tonight I'll call ya
After my blood turns into alcohol
No I just wanna hold ya

Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out

t's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all the things I have to take
Jesus, it never ends, it pushs its way inside
If the pain goes on

Wanna join me, come and play
But I might shoot you, in your face
Bombs and bullets will, do the trick
What we need here, is a little bit of panic!

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