ГнилаяЛирика - кудри
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Your white lips are not kissing me
Fucking pipes are burning in the remains of September
No, bitch, don't even think, it hurts me to remember
Hopeless everyday life, your pale curls
Pale curls
Pale curls
Pale curls
Pale curls
Whiskey in the foot, you are not in the network area
In the old tank, the methyl is realized,
Under the slowed Avril Lavin
On chewed pirate CDs
I finish and dive away from the cocoon
The road is crumpled
How to burn out, I wish fidelity to the coffin and
Bad experience
Your white lips are not kissing me
Fucking pipes are burning in the remains of September
No, bitch, don't even think, it hurts me to remember
Hopeless everyday life, your pale curls
Pale curls
Pale curls
Pale curls
Pale curls
Girls that I don't feed
Pulling their hands over the repertoire
Models in the decorated hall
Tired, fucked up (me)
I am a whisker pier
And I will return back in any way
You are beautiful as spring, as always
What a pity I'm an asshole
And you and I never, never
Your white lips are not kissing me
Fucking pipes are burning in the remains of September
No, bitch, don't even think, it hurts me to remember
Hopeless everyday life, your pale curls
Pale curls
Pale curls
Pale curls
Pale curls