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On the sleeping light and me a warm lunch. My good world will draw a verse for me. Come on where the dawn is dropping on us. And my hip-hop nearby and our house warm. (2) I'm imposingly, and not very dressed up, aren't you scared? It still doesn’t matter to me. Let’s tell me, and I listened to what you need, then I hugged you gently and the rings of smoke will be twisted, and this world will not die until there is love, hope. And so we are somewhere between. Here we are fresh in the air, and the sun lugs so that it cuts our eyes. I noticed how the roofs of the houses swing, breathe, who will hear for sure for the idea of fucking! Who is filled in the summer, will not shave, not dressed, and I do not need advice, I am already full of nonsense. I’ll tell you about the world where we live, it is filled with good and warmth. He believes in us, he is in love with us. We will save this world so that it is. Yes, I’ll tell you about the world where we live, it is filled with good and warmth. He believes in us, he is in love with us. We will save this world so that it is. On the sleeping light and me a warm lunch. My good world will draw a verse for me. Come on where the dawn is dropping on us. And my hip-hop nearby and our house warm. (2) There are basketball rings, in front of the trees color. Among the parked "Japanese" of my "seeds" there are no. But he is full of seeds, good ampoules in themselves, the angels follow us, know a lot and do not sleep ... They tell, they say, something like, through which guys. Have you seen this sign, brother? Did you understand something? Hooray! This is already in our boilers. This thought is captivated in the morning, one thing is drunk and does not allow me to reach the bottom, and the river is deep. From the opposite shore, the hand is thrown away, but I'm not there. Balance. This does not mean ours and yours. Prepaid expense. If paid, pay further. And you ... I would ask you to stay, because this music of the sun, and how can I not smile, and the world is full, and the rhythm is one. Here everything was visible to us, let's not harm. Time to the native, thought-clinic. I hear a calm voice, so not like a scream. We blow off the dust from concrete slabs. This is at least a shift, this is a maximum sprint. The earth smokes, the sky smokes. We meet with tea sunrises and escort to Zenith. On the sleeping light and me a warm lunch. My good world will draw a verse for me. Come on where the dawn is dropping on us. And my hip-hop nearby and our house is warming.