Dodano: 17 LISTOPADA 2013
Look at the world, thousands of pros and cons
How cigarette underfoot dies every moment
When fate trod on the heels, so I was like a brother
Today, this family curse
Memories like to paint the door oblazłe
And those days of old light bulbs as
Rust stains and dilapidated plaster
This friendship? Maybe you'd better not talk about it
These words of the crunch as the sole glass
Creak? Fuck it, fuck it anyway
I have my own closed world, with its own Mount Olympus
You hypocritical face style:
'The rain gutter'... <3
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