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Just hung anguish
I kill me, I forget
Just hung anguish
I kill me, I forget
Just hung anguish
I kill me, I forget
Just hung anguish
I kill me, I forget

And everyday life hang and soot in the throat lumpy
Time pushes me to where everything is not familiar
Gender of the third sloppy in the kitchen is barely sleepy
Behind the horizon, I inhale the smell of freedom

The word is true in practice, so do not waste it in vain
And bad habits from childhood are punching character
Tell me what you are waiting, well, maybe excuses
I don't know these rules and always somewhere on the verge

My days are empty, but if you jump drown
Pack of ziga sheets is all repeated
Audio bridges tired player in the monitor
The main thing is not to feel in the pen

By horses, cheerful or murdered
The eternal pursuit of mani is more attentive to the root in the root
On joke when everything is assembled, the bit echoes
Summer heat

Just hung anguish
I kill me, I forget
Just hung anguish
I kill me, I forget
Just hung anguish
I kill me, I forget
Just hung anguish
I kill me, I forget