Текст песни Обрывки страниц чьей-то тетради - 02. В карманы

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from the depths of a communal apartment with no heat.
broadcast people that do not know the weight of the approval.
wishing only to cut a moment.
what it was. many parts.

I would Chesney. But why, after all I spend time with her?
and you can lie as much as will fit in her pockets.
Without thinking about who it is needed?
but in my head in the bed it was hot to us.

but quiet. I do this better not say anything.
Her musical taste is perfect. I pour it into the ears of urine.
something about the abstract, where all the dick put on a musical beat.
about the fact that no one wanted to listen, and then take yes as heard.

something about the books she reads.
The film was shot by Guy Ritchie. about how beautiful lights in the evenings.
and their features are similar to your features.

wished success in all endeavors
and prefers to sail.
but in her heart the finest thread.
to my already stretches evenings.
He enters the record. He is trying to understand
my thoughts terrarium.
tsepanet can remain in its player.
verse, which is about that that I wipe the sheet.

entrusted to. open in your space all the doors completely.
millions of light years. I am already flying. I get on great.
and start pedaling. rotate this fucking little world.
where all the music inhabitants divided into rap, classical or rock.

Leave me your s ay th numbered. there is still no one is sitting.
I just spotted a timer. how long we'll stay alone.
I'm your Tamagotchi. Feed me if you want.
and we can play, but you know what happens when the arrow will bring us closer to the night.

and go to hell when suddenly a wave of embarrassment collided.
you're not a roundabout. I'm not in a rush to have sex you unwind.
as well as lesser-known rappers in their wall.
I sat for an hour with you. you have that, no conscience?
Then I'll have you back in memory to erase.
Why again? But no, we were not familiar with.
but perhaps on the theory of probability.
I could read the text when using a distinct style.
but it is better to ask the taxi driver to take me.
where not suffer idleness.
where no such stishochki.
where not expect wide-open handles.
but yearning is everywhere, I know, it is omnipresent.