It's Ila Bamba with Alita Street.

Goodbye, my love, I've been told the winters are cold.

It rains now and then, the streets are in pairs, most people don't care.

Da-da-p-da-pada, da-da-da-da-da.

Mr. Faithful

If it's fun, it's okay, so that's why it's this way

Dada-da-da-da-da

Dada-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

I wish for wishing well

The smoke is the air, I breathe in times of despair

da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da i'll think about chewing the dangerous heart is ready to fall apart

The composition is Da-da-p-da-p-da-p-da

Da-da-pada-da-da

Da-a-pada-a-da

The composition is sweet

And this dedication is all out of tune

If this proposition repeats

Any symptoms of wanting it too soon

I'll just walk through

Down the lighter street

Skip down to the cemetery

Skip down to the cemetery Skip down to the cemetery, skip down to the cemetery, skip down to the cemetery

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