It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
It will always hurt
And so say all of us
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Album: Drinking Songs
Arrivano le tastiere, ma il mood è sempre lo stesso, l'inutilità della guerra del folk apocalittico di "What The Fuck Am I Doing On This Battlefield" (cosa cazzo ci faccio in questa battaglia?)
Matt Elliott - Drinking Songs :: Le Pietre Miliari di OndaRock