Текст песни PlayingTheAngel - В любое время могу бросить

I conquered Broadway in someone's heart
and for me this is the quintessence
Battle on how not shaved in a biker bar from the motorway - at home
to do, locked up in the loft or attic
Cupid's arrow is small, for a long and happy life, and we
EDEM all chipped in on the ballista
in fact, be selfless not destiny monopolists
and we all watched the demon whiskey
Inspiration comes from the bubbles in sparkling
I'm puzzled by the sound, like a stone sphinx
no parking machines at heart?
and you're on so holy that God send a complaint to the touch stigmata
my face, a frame around the glasses
Yes, I have the same pranker - clown
and if my heart is stone, the arkenston
I will throw it in your garden, and struck lepi
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the world grows together with me
but within each of us hungry child
if you want to drop it, take the sun
and attach it to the palate
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I have, apparently, really talent
so to manage to fill a five-year
but I was not stingy, feelings, thoughts and words
"If you do not see the point in something, does not mean that it is not!"
so, I will let down the song in stamp-album for stamps and
zasyadu in the food court, with noutom and important fucked
in one of the branches of "Milano", with salad and iced
so tired forge armor, into the void to interpret the truth
stick to the bar. dance drunk.
writing vows. remove pits.
delete files. quench.