From the [ Notes old man ...]
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Verse 1 :
Often lose , I can leave in the morning ,
Or come in the morning , not because it 's cool Tipo ,
So just take a breath would have gone from this planet ,
Would have burned down, but without the heat of ash present.
Pro-life love to read about your own , on the close ,
Music to the ears were not , there is suicide!
Well, so without tension , its near everything,
A & quot; most needed on all & quot ;, - the principle of serials.
For there is reason to be sad , my mother carousel
Quarrel over trifles , condone , but like everyone else ,
And you know , I believe in me , even though my father is not important ,
It is not for him in that song : & quot; I filled wallet ! & Quot;
Overwhelmed so choked ,
Well you 're not a kid and say that sucks ,
And in the court of heat, put the kettle on , the songs of the soul must ,
Sedu on the floor, the sun goes down so I will continue to ...
Chorus: x2
Next . Far Away. Desired . Not really.
Heart - a foreigner. In the abyss of a tenacious sink .
Palm - wings. Thought - doors .
I dream of meeting, we believe it .
Verse 2 :
I'm lonely , I jersey betrayed,
I hope she does not still find myself in my verses ,
I hope to be the first in her TOP'e ,
I'm good , evil . I ham , stale . I isotropic.
Well, in my columns that there is a softer ,
And outside Tornado - Muse , for the soul is looming storm.
Because I rain - is nonsense , not a hindrance,
You tell me that you need , I would get to ...
Happiness died where it was ,
Lies - normality . True - a rarity. People - cattle .
I Neznayka through the city on wheels
But why me rain , in the snow when brazenly in Cros .
You know, time flies , and you along with it ,
I'm here with muse and dream , not against , your world to make room , eh?
I also need a reason to breathe or die,
I am also a human being , albeit under strange sigh ...
Chorus: x2
