Текст песни Хроноп - Та, что уснет на плече

Fuck me hookah wind that with the smell of thyme
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And heather honey, that stretches as sound
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Fuck me hookah sky, like a frayed jeans
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Which, as before, is sailing south Statement

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And the one that falls asleep on his shoulder, she also let tightness
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The one that falls asleep on his shoulder, her hands smoke
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The one that falls asleep on his shoulder, what to do with it, I do not know
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She again tomorrow to pack their
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By his

Score hookah Love to numb the palate
Heart turned to Christmas Star
Score hookah freedom recent harvests
To pass in a circle on the clock hands

And the one that falls asleep on his shoulder, she also let tightness
The one that falls asleep on his shoulder, her hands smoke
The one that falls asleep on his shoulder, what to do with it, I do not know
She again tomorrow to pack their
By his

Score hookah hope from the most distant wells
That smuggling by mail today will bring
Fuck me hookah light of recent fragile matches
Whose earthly life lasts no more than three seconds

And the one that falls asleep on his shoulder, she also let tightness
The one that falls asleep on his shoulder, her hands smoke
The one that falls asleep on his shoulder, what to do with it, I do not know
She again tomorrow to pack their
By his