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Idiot Pilot Good Luck

Luck out you might But don't rest on it Find out you like Separating hairs from skin If struggle operates As a driving force Then where's the hope I'

Traducció: Idiot Pilot. Bona sort.

gents Ladies and gentlemen We give to you Arrythmia Ladies and gentlemen We give you the light Burning bright to you Bright the spark says the way Good luck