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I am so fun to live, in my hands blade

In my wardrobe one hundred pills, they all remove doubts

I will come to your birthday,

I will meet you for the last time.

Neither will never be in this city in this city, I'm leaving.

You ask "Where?" - I will not say

I played in the card, and there people open a deck, and we also open the fate.

I know that there, why, why.

I have not leaving far for a long time to never come back.

I let you go and there I will be there, there the music will be: not so non-zeys and much more cooler and my voice is much brighter.

But you will forget the next day me and stop crying, you will stop suffering.

I step on the road and do not know the end.

But he will never come and stretches the strip,

Satan hugs his son slowly

And no one will hop you, so sincerely and nice.

Everything ended as a book in which a cute child was humiliated.

I was forgotten in words how the kitten would be lost, but his girl would raise him.

And I'm just so without everything.

No, I'm not fun at all.

You did not invite me to your fun, on your birthday, you can't herself for your wedding too.

I will not tell you the idiotic stories, about how I spent this evening and with whom I spent it and how I brought all the candles.