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Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away Rote Folie Millions of people never start in the race There's stuff on out plates that has not been alive Someone pays full price for my cheap flight life Homepage erstellen Solingen
“Sunshine, we all see the same sky” Oster-Eierbecher I am a man filled with longing desire The gifts of creation are ready for hire A look and a label are all I require Babyzimmer Möbel Enough's not enough, I never ask why
“Sunshine, we all see the same sky Anwalt Essen Looking, learning, asking the same 'why?'”
Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away Haus verkaufen Düsseldorf Millions of people never start in the race There's stuff on out plates that has not been alive Someone else pays the real price of my cheap flight life
Wheel of fortune spins, But the wheels on fire come crashing on you Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away
“Sunshine, we all see the same sky Looking, learning, asking the same 'why?' Sunshine, we all see the same sky”
