Because tomorrow there will be just him and my summer will have a peak and a sense, emotional and beyond. The Olympic a thirst for hot Imperial Rome. In my ring, and when he will be the wrestler with the acoustic guitar will sing those notes, I'll be in paradise.
A micrfono and a stage.
Why the Boss always gathers his faithful.
Because the night belong to lovers, Because the night belong to us.
Thanks Bruce, you're my hero.
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