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Mom, I urgently need to call an ambulance.
I'm too sick lights of the city.
I came up with too much of yourself in
and until now it burns, and still not get into a rhythm.
And I in my opinion is not the same.
Missing only for the putting on his knees.
Flow regrets Nesbit,
hundreds of reviews that say:
we are with you for two divide the whole world ...
But gradually eliminating the real you,
I see a dream where you and I are already in bed.
Hello tantrums. Pussy of a TV.
Kohl's greetings. Kohl is. Just close the door.

Limit where? I flew. Backlog. Hairdryer. A piece of chalk.
Anyone who managed to be late, something to do -
knows how hard it is losing faith in himself,
look for the keys to the cottage, where woke up with this body ...

So empty. So empty.
She is not you. She is not you.
And we burn the bridges behind them,
but something that will burn down inside - is you.
Sorry.
We cool down in these bad trip.
In cold jungle cities, where Kipling was not.
Where in each camping cars in the amount of more than,
someone's salary over a lifetime. And you ask, "why?"

Why am I again wrote nonsense?
Why am I again spat in the text?
But I'm drowning, and if more without poetry, Beatle
it means there is nothing left.

...

You're just going to listen to the songs.
You're just going to listen to the songs.
You're just going to listen to the songs.
You're just going to listen to the songs.