Well, if you really want advice
I should say, we can do nothing
Hammock, plaid green
The arrow rapid, the gate strong
At the fortnight finish
On a stony wining downward
The flight ended just in time
That it will get in terms
And even to be on friendly lan
Now fifteen of you
So he went on;
Ah, there you go
No fight in the dark
Well, you get advice, at lollo place
“You're back home”
We constantly seek and find
Anything groovy
There’s no sunlight inside a pizza slice
There’s no milk inside light
At lollo laze, there shapes a restaurant
We constantly seek and find
Anything groovy
There’s no sunlight inside a pizza slice
There’s no milk inside light
At lollo laze, there shapes a restaurant
The love to law obey to any rule
The law of rules obey to any love
The rules of love obey to any law
At lollo laze, there shapes a restaurant
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