Curls
Kill yourself
Do it for me
Everythings black
Can't you see
We're falling down
So is the world
it's full of hatred
my curls are twirrled
They ploink around
And never stop
They look happy
But they're not....
Do it for me
Everythings black
Can't you see
We're falling down
So is the world
it's full of hatred
my curls are twirrled
They ploink around
And never stop
They look happy
But they're not....
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| Auteur: RaaS | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: bevertje | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 januari 1970 | ||
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