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. sem muitas palavras, sem muitos eggs .
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. nath, thomp, ed, thobby, katryna .
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"We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here..."
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a noite passada foi a mais bizarra de todas
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