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and I will never sing again and you won't work another day

Audio tune lies

Insomnia

If the weekend promised much then it failed to touch

Wayamaya

I choke on the smoke as I look around the room

-amolyan keserű nosztalgia-

We're sinking into the sand

Let's pretend the madness isn't bad, then we'll all forget

I was a case of hope crashing to the ground

April