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Lights around the lights

And they - they call

So beckon like a magnet

So I am in them, yes I am in them, here



Flickered like the bodies

Dick knows where their affairs

And the bottom line, from the city, or from the village

After all, you are only cheerful at night



And shine, just why?

Movements - only under something

The view to twist the tornado

Inside only empty, however



There is so much, dumb do not count

Who do not flood in - the honor is fucked

And I exhale smoke

And fuck that one

Lights around the lights

And they - they call

So beckon like a magnet

So I am in them, yes I am in them, here



Huli speak if the filter burned yesterday

I'm gaining KIS for licking wounds

You are in words fuck, and in fact a dumb ram

Here even a bitch caught up that in bed is just a profan

From these highlights, the comic understands lightly

I'm not a spider-person, but hung on the ceiling

A flash wants a spark, so it is waiting for a visor

I am an open book

Only in a dead language



I would be glad, not to stay with me in the crowd

Fuck me on your Patsov

There is a family and brothers nearby

Do you think they fuck them?

Chat of you Watson

If the blue is over here

Then do not stay



I am alone - among living paintings

Moreover, a view of cattle

They are painful Weed, nicotine

But Tina pulls quietly to the ice



The background plays, but the backdrop stopped overflow

And among this garland, I do not give a shade

In theory, I am the last one who will give a spark

After all, I don't have it, but I still give it



Lights around the lights

And they - they call

So beckon like a magnet

So I am in them, yes I am in them, here



I dissolve by closing

Eyes so as not to see their explosion

Fucking crying, stupidly

But jumps, fucking shame



Lights around the lights

And they - they call

So beckon like a magnet

So I am in them, yes I am in them, here



Flickered like the bodies

Dick knows where their affairs

And the bottom line, from the city, or from the village

After all, you are only cheerful at night



And shine, just why?

Movements - only under something

The view to twist the tornado

Inside only empty, however



There is so much, dumb do not count

Who do not flood in - the honor is fucked

And I exhale smoke

And fuck that one



Huli speak if the filter burned yesterday

I'm gaining KIS for licking wounds

You are in words fuck, and in fact a dumb ram

Here even a bitch caught up that in bed is just a profan

From these highlights, the comic understands lightly

I'm not a spider-person, but hung on the ceiling

A flash wants a spark, so it is waiting for a visor

I am an open book

Only in a dead language



I would be glad, not to stay with me in the crowd

Fuck me on your Patsov

There is a family and brothers nearby

Do you think they fuck them?

Chat of you Watson

If the blue is over here

Then do not stay



I am alone - among living paintings

Moreover, a view of cattle

They are painful Weed, nicotine

But Tina pulls quietly to the ice



The background plays, but the backdrop stopped overflow

And among this garland, I do not give a shade

In theory, I am the last one who will give a spark

After all, I don't have it, but I still give it



I dissolve by closing

Eyes so as not to see their explosion

Fucking cries, stupidly sobbing

But jumps, fucking shame



Lights around the lights

And they - they call

So beckon like a magnet

So I am in them, yes I am in them, here

Lights around the lights, yes

Lights around the lights, yes

Lights around the lights, yes

Lights, yes lights

Lights around the lights, yes

Lights around the lights, yes

Lights around the lights, yes

Lights, yes lights