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nedelja, poslednje pripreme za maturu. Virili smo u daljine puni nade. Preko gimnazijskog bedema, k'o pravi dekor za avanturu prosuo je ne?ni purpur divlji badem

off in his rectum His name is Mitchell Bade, Mitch Bade, Mitchell Bade, Mitch Bade Mitch Bade, Mitchell Bade Mitch Bade, Mitchell Bade Mitch Bade, Mitchell Bade Mitch Bade, Mitchell Bade

Between The Gardens That Bathe In Blood Glass taints the surface where gods cry and souls decay. Shadows hang themselves to escape this place they've

Sick of this shit Been as low as I go Now the tables will turn Now everyone must know The hunter's become the hunted I will take you down one by one No

I could eat Akela, Akela I will do my best Akela, you'll have heart failure Get your hands out of my vest You're a bachelor for Baden Powell And you

i keep my eyes on the screen pulse oximeter flash in indistinct green tapping of the veins haemoglobin rains bloodbath now will occur in dysfunctional

replacing old dreams with flattery from new loves. a hurricane self help into this evacuation from this. you never meant to, you never meant to. call

(Antony Langdon) Additional lead vocals by Michael Stipe Slow breeze slipping through my fingers Cold dreams ejected from my mind Wet face pressed against

Bevi Giuda Don Callisto rimbomba il suo blues Elisa corre e tu sempre li, aggrappato a un fegato ormai, solo e triste tu non rimarrai Cerco qui l'abitudine