Life
We walk around, down the streets and down the roads.
Until we the bulding of oads.
We walk inside and look around, to the red carpets on the ground.
We walk down the hallway until we are there.
Bills too high, and that is not fair.
And then a think to myself, such is life.
And so it will be.
Until we the bulding of oads.
We walk inside and look around, to the red carpets on the ground.
We walk down the hallway until we are there.
Bills too high, and that is not fair.
And then a think to myself, such is life.
And so it will be.
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| Auteur: levensles | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 december 2015 | ||
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