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Units ... units ... us units ..

catching snowflakes mouth there near the house

Culinary cookies are waiting for the appearance of a son

And the most expensive you are my apartment, my favorite lungs with glitter

on against hoods, second jeans, on us here are rarely rarely known

After all, children with ghetto are still waiting for me.

And tomorrow again your spitting bedrooms,

Flowers from the manifold

It is worth scoring at the layer, I also scored at my time for glue,

Tattooed weekdays merged with a bed

Now believe that we are together together our veins with hinges and again we will throw a cake to the sky

catch them tomorrow when the snow falls

Musical nonsense I myself do not believe myself

and someone packs off the insult

I often went to the dawn and watered you "Zaash?" Last time these people are near

do not watch the eyes do not bind

"I'm sitting by the window of the broken in the end with the bottom scattered branches of ate .. and I remember the mouse lantern, I remember we sat by the window now we are in weightlessness"

And I will see their grain in the skies of the burning chips with a beer

only units to whom wrote look at the stars and know that we are not waiting for them there

And I will see their grain in the skies of the burning chips with a beer

only units to whom wrote look at the stars and know that we are not waiting for them there

What do you find in me "Vanilla Sky?" I'm with you

I did not fight the status most importantly

In whom you have a compelling currency, we don't hear us yet.

if you don't have a double suewwuwuka

to the perspective of the person but even with the Komov Markesti that when the Putias

I do not hurt my way in a circle.

If you leave everyone gets off with flowers and forget the cutsco

Waiting for applause and building plans

But nothing will replace the love of my mom with dad

If there is no one and the apartment is empty flabby

Night of a holey day, breathing girlfriend avoids lowrances

you rub the staircase next is not just a song

What rose

to feet with a torn chair

Look at the stars catch the sky plagments

find out what the last dies

And I will see their grain in the skies of the burning chips with a beer

only units to whom wrote look at the stars and know that we are not waiting for them there

And I will see their grain in the skies of the burning chips with a beer

only units to whom wrote look at the stars and know that we are not waiting for them there

And I will see their grain in the skies of the burning chips with a beer

only units to whom wrote look at the stars and know that we are not waiting for them there

And I will see their grain in the skies of the burning chips with a beer

only units to whom wrote look at the stars and know that we are not waiting for them there