Доброго утра, йопт.

Words playing me deja- vu like a radio tune
I swear I've heard before
Chills is it something real or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers
Can't ever keep from falling apart at the seams
Can't I believe you' re taking my heart to pieces
Lost in a snow filled sky we'll make it alright to come undone now
We'll try to stay blind to the hope and fear outside
Hey child stay wilder
than the wind and blow me in to cry...
...когда "дворники - не таджики" смахнут первые жёлтые листья с лобового стекла... Вот оно - "мне хорошо, блять"! И ебал я в рот тех, кто подумает что это не так.
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