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I miss the dolce vita everything was easier
We could go to the clubs in the suburbs
No losing pens or going to bed at ten
And I haven't seen you in months
And I miss your red and brown and brown hair
And the Richie P accounts
In the summer months it was simpler (simpler)
I miss the dolce vita
And the gardens of maecenas
Climbing walls in an ancient port
I wish it was august but now im nauseas
And I haven't seen you in months
And I miss your red and brown and brown hair
And the Richie P accounts
In the summer months it was simpler (simpler)
I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best
(I bet that ximenеs would know what to do
He always knows best)
I bet that ximеnes would know what to do
He always knows best
(I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best)
I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best (cathago delenda est)
I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best
(I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best)
I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best
(I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best)
I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best (cathago delenda est)
And I haven't seen you in months
And I miss your red and brown and brown hair
And the Richie P accounts
In the summer months it was simpler
It was simpler
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