Nigeria
I Thought i was born in a country, but i realize it was a trashy car grieved, a grived land like nigeria
oh lord, he blessed us with the shining coal to make our morning and night worthy unfortunately my dad driver lost the car wind screen
grieved land blessed with snow in the morning which make our day smile unfortunately my dad driver lost the car gear
my fatherland, blessed with a dark brown powder, to make your hot day nice unfortunately my dad driver lost the car fuel injection
my fatherland, blessed with mass of salt water to make our crying candle laugh unfortunately my dad driver lost the car break. Later crash in motor accident
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