9.2.10

antes do festival de trendys absurdamente aborrecidos


























Don't tell me that I won't
I will
Don't tell me that I'm not
I am
Don't tell me that my master plan
Ain't coming through
Don't tell me that I won't
I will Don't tell me how to think
I fell
Don't tell me cause I know what's real
What I can do


ohhhh ohhhh yeahhhhh yeahhhh

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