Dont Disturb
DelucciDont Disturb
DelucciDont Disturb
And that's how another day goes on with incessant rehearsals. There's a tour coming up soon and we can't go wrong. We don't want to disappoint our fans. And why the f***ing battery won't fit in? Bag!
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Life status: Hiatus. Acho que muitos já notaram, mas enfim. E eu não creio que ainda há alguem interessado no qu...
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