Os rapazes do Blur espirram e meu vício volta em doses cavalares.
“She’s a twentieth century girl, with her hands on the wheel
Trying not to make him sick again, seeing what she can borrow
London’s so nice back in your seamless rhymes, but we’re lost on
So we hold each other tightly and hold on for tomorrow”
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