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I'm a little more than some pwn
I'm a little more than some pwn
I'm a little more than some pwn
A song for a pig who calls me Brawleman
YOU
When situation turns to *** and a lot of stories say our all
Old boy don't be silly
Ey
You
An old table or you
He can't give a pigs name
So I was chasing his sun great
But it was too far to walk
I was flying with friend and uncertain
I had to change my goal
Are you going to pick cocktails?
Only shot and leave
Forget it! Just relax!
Have fun with being lost
Are you going to pick cocktails?
Only shot and leave
Forget it! Just relax!
Have fun with being lost
Death is near, we must lie down
I'm living in a place where I'm not a pilot anymore
I forgot everything and forgot the boat
I'm in a hurry and I'm dying in the window of my car
Everything is still the same, I'm the old me
And I'm still the same, you don't know me
I'm not the old me,
I'm the one who's been broken
I'm the one who's been destroyed and
I'm not the one who's been rebuilt
I want to be normal,
I want to be a little bit more
I'm a little bit of a mess,
I'm a little bit of a mess
We were understanding each other,
we were beating each other
And we're dreaming and I'm walking
But you don't understand the meaning of the words
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