Canción by Laila

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19/07/2018

No me digan la verdad,
no usen la teoría para escuchar.
El fin se acerca más y más.
¿Cómo vas a hacer para sobrevivir?

Hay que evacuar
necesitamos un nuevo plan...

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Day 1

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Day 2

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