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Mama, we're all gonna die. 
          Mama, we're all gonna die. 
          Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry, 
          Mama, we're all gonna die. 
          
          And when we go don't blame us, yeah. 
          We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. 
          You made us, oh, so famous. 
          We'll never let you go. 
          And when you go don't return to me my love. 
          
          Mama, we're all full of lies. 
          Mama, we're meant for the flies. 
          And right now they're building a coffin your size, 
          Mama, we're all full of lies. 
          
          Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
          You should've raised a baby girl, 
          I should've been a better son. 
          If you could coddle the infection 
          They can amputate at once. 
          You should've been, 
          I could have been a better son. 
          
          And when we go don't blame us, yeah. 
          We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. 
          You made us, oh, so famous. 
          We'll never let you go. 
          
          She said: You ain't no son of mine 
          For what you've done they're gonna find 
          A place for you 
          And just you mind your manners when you go. 
          And when you go, don't return to me, my love.
          That's right. 
          
          Mama, we all go to hell. 
          Mama, we all go to hell. 
          It's really quite pleasant 
          Except for the smell, 
          Mama, we all go to hell. 
          
          Mama! Mama! Mama! 
          Mama! Mama! Mama!
          
           And if you would call me your sweetheart, 
          I'd maybe then sing you a song 
          
          But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun, 
          You would cry out your eyes all along. 
          
          We're damned after all. 
          Through fortune and flame we fall. 
          And if you can stay then I'll show you the way, 
          To return from the ashes you call. 
          
          We all carry on 
          When our brothers in arms are gone So raise your glass high 
          For tomorrow we die, 
          And return from the ashes you call

Mama, we all go the hell
          Mama, we all go the hell
          I'm writing this letter and wishing you well...
          Mama, we all go the hell

I neveeeeeeeer saaaaaid I lieeeeee in wait foreveeeeer
          If I Dieeeee we'll be together IIIIIIII can't always just forget heeeeeer
          BUT SHE COULD TRY-Y-Y-Y
          AT THE END OF THE WORLD OR THE LAST THING I SEEE YOU ARE NEVER COMING HOME NEVER COMING HOOME
          COULD I? SHOULD IIIIIII?

Oh oh oh keep it if you like it all
          Nananananana

Ma come immagine tieni ancora quella in cui sembra che ad Annabeth cade un piede?

Nico fa schifo

Ti riempirò di notifiche, ho deciso

Ua cece, qui ti cagano, a me nooo

Voglio dirti che hai aggiunto la mia storia al tuo elenco perché è troppo stupenderrima e la ami.
          Vero?

Thanks for the follow!!