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when god does a vivisection of me for all to see: 🙄😠💔💔⛓

Кто из 2024 👇

TMC AND GHOST AND PALS YES PLEASE!

Oh no oh no I gonna live. I’m gonna live. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna fail. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna live. I’m gonna fly. I’m gonna until I die. Die die die.

rawr x3

I love that picture.

@xxloveyou sorry for the ping but do you still have rhe link for the art

Why does 1:52 sound like Kinito pet 😭

маша и медведь 12серия грацина на замке 👎

Can I get a picture link for the cover sobs

2:04 this is what I was looking for,

ALL I SAW WAS CESAR, MARK, AND GHOST AND PALS AND IM ALREADY JUMPING LIKE A FUCKING DOG

Sniff sniff is that Mandela catalog I smell

the phone thing with alt! Cesar Torres reminds me of the Rotary dial song, it fits him sm

MARK, CESAR IT'S YOU?

Needs more recognition fr x

2:15 (what i was searching 4)

song name?

The Mandela catalogue lets GOOO!🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Моя любимая песня

Ностальгия... Напомнило лучшего друга

России

Finally 😆😢😭

am i the only sane person or is this a instruemental

rawr! :3

THE MANDELA CATALOGUE ALL THE WAY 😭🔥🔥

Jakie pięknee!

Прошлая зима..... ❤

Слушайте не 1.5х так круче ★

This song really does give me TMC vibes

а воскресенье началось с дождя...

0:57

1:20 - 1:27

The Mandela catalogue

Бiблiотека бiблiотека 😏🔥

Сюда по коммом эту песню слушают только русские

Это гениальная песня

THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I HEARD IT, THIS IS FIRE I WISH THIS WAS ON SPOTIFY <333

то время.... незабываемое......😢

🥧 дверь

>>>>>🌹🌹

Афигеть год прошёл

Rawr:3

This song remembers me to COD edits😩😩😩😩

Lyrics for everyone that need them! :) Father said that this world isn't for me I tried to pray for a new reality So come to me, we can change night into day A tied-up moth seemed to know a different way Don't remember it, don't return to it Oh, father tore out the umbilical cord There's nothing left in the bottle keeping me scored We'll abandon the scenery in the rear-view mirror A petty line of white noise Pack up your bags and throw out the toys Three strikes and honey I'm home Three voices come from the gramophone A vivisection of me, yielded the start of a mystery Say hello, honey I'm home Three voices come from the gramophone God returned with the moth chained to his hand There's so many things that you'll never understand So come to me, we can change night into day You'll hold my hand so you never go astray God devoured that of father A spider preaching with poison on its lips To get out of here is to promise me a kiss The abandonment of scenery In the mind of mother Don't remember it, don't return to it So with advice of the dead And a halo over my head At last, honey I'm home Three voices come all alone A vivisection of me, done by god for all to see Say hello, honey I'm home Three voices come all alone A vivisection of me, done by god for all to see A vivisection of me, done by god for all to see

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