Текст песни МЫ ЦЕНИМ КОГДА ТЕРЯЕМ - П.М.М.Л

Sea hug bury in the sand
Throw anglers fishing line
Mesh our soul
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Late something to think too late
You need air I smell
I am lying in a huge puddle
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Water Jeans typed and stuck
I think we 're stuck firmly
I think the sun went out
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Silence can not be heard nor hours nor of seagulls
Obediently heart turn off
And you're in the sand as if in bronze
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