Nastra x Needow - cricket
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Cricket

I turn time back
I ignore you, but Parano himself
You have not alone with white Martini at the bar
I put black cricket in a fist

Alcohol, blood boils in the body
In Story Teleling Random
Glasses are broken, ice and hand aching,
But I smile as if my duty was going
Wild images are saturated
Your little jealousy is quiet
Whatever your side
Know we will part with you by Kvits,
But fingers with magnets
Pulls your phone
Forget my numbers
In the hand of Martini with ice
Somewhere between the pages
Under a broken glass
These are 140 characters
They talk about one thing

I turn time back
I ignore you, but Parano himself
You have not alone with white Martini at the bar
I put black cricket in a fist

Yves Saint Laurent on the neck
Calvin on your body
I am sure that any
In your cradle
Whose wine is day and night
Do you divide equally?
The parallels are lost
I intended in love
Leave a grip without calls
Yesterday we broke and so firewood
Words in which you will not expect pain
Anyway, now who you are to me

I turn time back
I ignore you, but Parano himself
You have not alone with white Martini at the bar
I put black cricket in a fist