Текст песни оральные хулиганы - стали потише

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formal suit he had learned to iron
Mom is not often asked what I eaten today
I know the whole range of medicines needed if catch cold
I learned to make edible food and proud of it

I receive parcels by post with Chinese SkyTeam
the phone a month later crashed screen - such a shame
ryabyat texture in the eyes, and the Internet again hangs
in decent restaurants at home pants are not allowed

Water Utility he rented counters
I look at the date of manufacture of yogurt, so it was not overdue
I am trying to make up for the time that was so poorly spent
but for all their mistakes on their own have to pay

prestige status
became quieter

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The chair at the computer - my Ziggurat
The length of service is no longer award
Full of confusion, I arthouse connoisseur
But to eat long ago used to accurately
Everybody knows, but meek room
Who will die quietly, as quietly buried
As long as someone is there blood and sweat
Derives from the monitor experience

Bahni spice for everyone who is not with us
Instead you chose books series
There vichuhu love - I answer
prestige status: to fuck we villagers
Dodzhik blurred chalk classics
Weather change - chump boil
On the wall so just art otkserit
My black and red square Lenin