I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one

I'm not the only one

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"You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one." ♪ ♫ And I was still in Miiko's bed at dusk, leaving each dawn.
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"A escrita é como um cavalo selvagem, em que não consegue segurar-lhe as rédeas; porém se surpreende ao deixar livre." By Daniele...

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I'm Not The Only One

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