Some go to see the Raimundos. I'll do the impossible. There is almost no material from the Internet. Who sent also to punk rock at Campo Grande? That is not dah sweeps. Below is a teenager Pour and roll. Who
know you know you have more. Since letters refined as Mustard ( Who spilled mustard on my white shirt? / Who spilled mustard on my white shirt? / Now she tah yellow / yellow tah Now it / Now she's not eh whiter ) ateh choruses as serious:
I am the zombie Avenue Calogeras / And I'm gonna get you! ; or romantic as: Why am I
/ the psychopath love.
Fun guaranteed.
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