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текст песни

Greedy bitch love does not give me to invent songs
Gives die.
Sorry for all cigarettes,
What smoked in the first entrance - under the morning.
Not the victory of good, but in the ravine, when you fall from great. Himself the enemy.
But I will not lie. Hi to you, decrease
All words from pockets during periods of Drak.

No one perceived seriously
No one would understand where left inside him.
So raised the first, gentle feeling -
At the distance shot.
From shocks on the walls so much hurt
I wrote so many poems my thin brushes,
And jump pussies from balconies and straight on the rails down.

I ask you smile. I do not take it alone here.
This is a stupid process of the evolution of the brain,
conscious too serious -
Curled to Nari. Ended in front.
Only spikes on fallen, donated roses will remain.
And tears that we forban
return to become
Only signals into space. But I promise:
that when I am asking me again to get out of things
I will continue to feel love.
And let it hardly happiness, but he is heard
One gratitude and yes, I amazing, but now -
I do not need another.
Such a stupid, I am going in the last trolleybus.
In the city of stairs, where everyone is shaken,
But it is entitled to leave a claim.

We would give prostheses,
Hand cuts - from "Save Game", to "Self-Harm" -
Harlem Shake ...
Herman, Cyril or Pasha in the courses what is
When it is sperm on her lips, from the other end.
The world is a "fun farm", I will try again to unleash this node,
While she learns to do blowjob, for the "Iphonic" of the Six, taking into the Land Cruiser.

I'm upset. I just want through music
give yourself a couple of minutes of present -
thousands are hardly familiar to me users,
Where all the kittens are stuck in the box.
Where Gosha will kill the fizruck, and "Interns"
In the circle they let "Standandair Comedy".
All as - in no way. I do not look like
What I live, because on the neck closed cable.

Throw pretense finally, and during the call the connection is broken.
I am writing with persistence, but dick knows who
And in the glasses merged into Arabic
Elements of various beverages, which was supposed to drink laughing, I am but scum -
not able to make a face a little more beautiful
What will be beautiful autumn dirt.

You forgive me, sunshine!
Somewhere on the bottom, the very last warmth, I again get pussies in the mirrors, going with the nervous breakdown to the whip you.
Over my head of heaven, under the feet asphalt,
And in the mouth only the wind and smoke.
I carry this nonsense, as you do not need to carry
On the date the first guys, flowers.

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Two Life Stripes in Belly
and affectionately, through night fogs.
Yesterday in this city there was a neighbor -
From me, from my soul. At five in the morning, drunk.

Broke his bones and felt
Pain from hitting the temple over the fire,
Applying head.
I remembered her
and touch in the throat - cut
Remind fucking
How cold is cold here.

Lonely blind child
inside me asks for help,
Removing glasses and shoes, throwing into the thresholds.
He never thought about his own worthlessness
Falling in your legs.
Crave the lip about the door handle in the apartment with your melancholy.

I spent myself on the labyrinth to the exit -
Shot bullets in the head.
Pressing your head as close as possible,
Making the last exhalation.

The room will receive calls from the regional police operators.
We will survive in thoughts.
The room will keep the history of life in the archive,
Freezing outsiders.

And I loved to live, though. Very loved your hands.
But fuck, we fell asleep on the bus station,
You brazenly stolen, sending to a regular bus.
And I woke up with cuts in my throat, expired with blood on a bench.
And life will be pain.
And the world will be strange.