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her cargo, and, she, it, is still in the negativity, the day is about the day, the tracertor of reality, there is no hut life, I have not before prevailed where my friends are? or those who called that ... I was looking for love, I was looking for love, But he picked up something on the hut, after Dabstep Pati, he is under normal hard, then a hospital, cotton wool, a muddy head, then I gave myself a word, not to believe the words. So my life left me a little when faith comes to God? Where is my road? I did not think how to confuse the truth and sleep, I know where the homeland is, but I don’t know where he is my house, and my mother doesn’t sleep again, she does not know where her son disappeared today, clapped her eyes somehow he didn’t understand, he smoked so every day, But I am not a drug addict, I recall my childhood, my native area, the cold of a glare from panel entrances, then we all wanted to become older, well, it became, not at all what I was waiting for

And your life is blasphemous, and the life of a fucking life ... The last time I do not want to leave home, close my eyes and stupidly get into a coma, turn off the phone, write down the album, forget about everything, and remember it like a dream .. everything I can’t hide a friend under the back panel of the phone, in the morning a little sleepy from the house, throwing a hood, in the native area, a little Bon? No brother, I raised, everyone will come to open his eyes in due time, but I did the same, return the time Back, I’m not so driven into the cargo that? My lips drive me so crazy, from the gray walls to the clubs smeared, and for me to wake up for adults once, when I cease to delight the gange ..