Mmmmmh...
Maybe we get them out, too loud, too proud, and The Sound of The Police, peace by peace, piece by piece, to push em back on their track, with the tourist packs, if it must be in rucksacks, they are too mad, our life too sad, they like bad too mad, them for the lads, rich dads.
We need farc to park in our very center being no pretender but into our Air Columbia is all ground all around our roundabouts. London, Paris, Bruxelles, Amstersam, all for Uncle Sam, what can we do for this fool, the region, to believe in us again. 51sts, first person shooters at egos in their unreal tournament we all pretend but to be soft or hardcore, more rhym galore, hardcore broke, like so many rebels, dingalinglong an Jesus build my Horrid, for a new beginnin, we will be winning, peace by peace....
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