No blessed expectations
Yes sir idol, I belong to la noblesse poor
so every time you announce to go on tour
I try to see you jumping at the stadium
for you're blessed with noble expectations
while my dad let it bleed blue in Edith Grove
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| Auteur: Claudelaire | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 augustus 2026 | ||
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