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In my head a little porridge, neither ours nor yours
Torment either cough, or purse with papers
She pokes me in Maschke
But I took the 150 and I'm glad that this day is also a cool
Yesterday
From the pen of flying grenades us what,
Accustomed to the ropes
We are what,
Accustomed to the mat
About Love
So every screw in my body says
Actually, I had long been in the

Why I remember so many words
And why them warm me
In our house is so warm
And to repeat again this Tuesday
Why I remember so many words
And why them warm me
In our house, so light
And to repeat again this Tuesday

Why I remember so many words
If a little carried away let
Shoot in the head
Door bolted
Running obliquely
Here people together at the window,
To see the sun
And we're among them
The Lord will save us
And let
Under the skin of something like dynamite
Suppose in fact that in, my poison
For when you're near,
So it becomes clear
Why I remember so many words
And why them warm me
In our house is so warm
And to repeat again this Tuesday
Why I remember so many words
And why them warm me
In our house, so light
And to repeat again this Tuesday