Текст песни sweetprince. - Тринадцатый

You're not too tired,
But I do not pasosh,
As nerves distortion
I hit a backhand.
Remember 13 smelled of gas lighters?
Vile.
We learn about Kunteynir, Mutant hvlam,
Jaguar in doorways.

I could love you,
But if you were really the case?
Maybe you invented me,
Before each hair on your body?
We will connect only a dream,
Sleeping in the mud on the concrete slabs,
Until proshumit brass horn
As long as you are killed in the trash.

It evaporates as the cat,
Collapsed in musorovozku,
I'm bitching is Jason Statham,
Carries out transportation.
You're gone like a daisy,
Land to asphalt,
I've been looking for you all childhood,
While Coons kicked a ball.

I could love you,
But if you were really the case?
Maybe you invented me,
Before each hair on your body?
We will connect only a dream,
Sleeping in the mud on the concrete slabs,
Until proshumit brass horn
As long as you are killed in the trash.
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