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chłopcze, w pewny pochmurny poranek namieszałeś w pewnej głowie.
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- I always like him, then I stumble on laces. - But you do not have laces. - Well you see how he doing to me?
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First ... Second ... Third bitch how much they will be until you realize how much you mean to me.?
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among the grim reality, where the bit sad nucisz song still in my mind.
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sick of love against the background of superstition.
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used to tell myself that love and the perfect guy does not exist. did not believe in this nonsense, which her friends say they love their boys more than life. did not believe it until I met the 'perfect' boyfriend, which is always said MY.
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crowd of people surrounded her, and she did not tell anyone about their problems.
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words like 'love' has long since lost their meaning.
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setki kumpli, zostało tylko paru.
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Dobrze, że jesteś. Cudownie, że istniejesz.
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Obojętne jak się starasz dobro nie wraca.
Bo wcale nie jest powiedziane, że dostaniesz coś od świata.
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beznadziejny wariant eksploatacji uczuć.
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