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STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
STEPHEN HAWKING IS SECRETLY AN ATHLETE
The toxicity of our city, of our city
New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder