Текст песни Робби - Песня о стекле

I love to run and play ,
Sculpt in clay and jumping ,
I love the cut wires ,
I love to hit all of the glass .
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Cut the glass in his hand ,
And gushing blood,
you Khan
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Glass is not because the food ,
No need to listen to the eccentric ,
Who asks a sandwich ,
Make cheese ,
Yes glass .
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You want a song about the glass ,
Believe me , it is one ,
No better song on the earth ,
What is this song -
Yes on the glass.