Road . Snow . Night. Far .
it mists. You - a mystery. All fatal.
I'm sorry, but do not escape from the trap us
Frozen city - a big web .
I'm your superhero , you are my obsession
Danger. High voltage.
Moon as kinoprozhektory
It is not clear who is the hunter on the plot and who the victim
Out of jealousy on the surface of the photo as a vision of the snake
Treason to change how you have to change
We clung to each other silly
We broke up as the troupe , two dead
Speedometer for a hundred and we fly
Serpentine . So go to sleep , do not wake
you're with him . Do not forgive .
I'm with her . Just instinct.
Let's play truth , who will be extreme
No comment. Sad smiley :(
Half an hour before landing
And by the way , I did not come to their
City silent. Night. Chidlom .
Wake up, read it in a personal letter
Was in the trash can , a little fib
But mostly true love
( Chorus 2x)
And the life of me , I do not understand the meaning of this game
After all, even falling down we Ramsay , * like crazy .
Stephen King though he wrote about love
Let pop, but this pop criminal motive
Creek ricocheted off the walls and we are ready to kill each other
Good girl wants to love, but do not want to love
Only one way out - to erase you from Hardy and forget
Good good girl, goodbye
Ya you . Full contact.
My love , I'm weak. Votafak ?
In a kettle of boiling water melting
Who am I here ? How are you , my Nikita ?
Perekinu red sunset over the ocean
In the rectangle of the window frame sleeping city
And it is not enough music to play pro wounds
And it hurts me
Through. Lie detector .
Eight through and check for the soul
Psychedelic napalm , stupid blackmail
But even notice your big blind assembly
A. Then she resolutely .
Continue to live or quickly , so as not found
I'm tired of the game , the long-awaited final
Applause from the crowd . Jubilant room.
Smoke . Light . Par. In scarf.
It was snowing . Landscape.
Spike. Scar . Blood. Smile .
Good girl. Goodbye.
( Chorus 2x)
And the life of me , I do not understand the meaning of this game
After all, even falling down we Ramsay , * like crazy .
Stephen King though he wrote about love
Let pop, but this pop criminal motive
Creek ricocheted off the walls and we are ready to kill each other
Good girl wants to love, but do not want to love
Only one way out - to erase you from Hardy and forget
Good good girl, goodbye
