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wino Europy, najlepsze wina wed³ug winiarskich przewodników.
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I want to wake up in your
White, white sun
And I want to wake up in your world
With no pain
But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday
While you are numb all of the way
When I hate it I know I can feel but
When you love you know it's not real
No
And I am resigned to this wicked fucking world
On its way to hell
The living are dead and
I hope to join them too
I know what to do and I do it well...
When I hate it I know I can feel but
When you love you know it's not real
No
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
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Fragment na dzis:
Avril Lavigne : He wasn't
There's not much going on today.
I'm really bored, it's getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I've got, no.
He wouldn't -
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even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
This is where I start to bite my nails.
You're in my room and all else fails.
I think it's time for me to bail.
This point of view-
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is getting stale.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I've got, no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
Na....
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