умер шут, он воровал минуты
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Sit down, sit on the ground
Take off your clothes
And start digging for your soul
Dig deep, dig deeper
Only worms and roots can stop you
from your goal
I´m sick and tired of staring into the wall
I wanna do something fucking special and extraordinary

Put your thoughts in a fucking car
Hit full speed and open your eyes
Don´t close your eyes
There´s a lot of things to do before you die

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@темы: lyrics, music box

Комментарии
01.01.2014 в 06:09

Walk little walk, small talk, big thoughts, gonna tell them all just what I want.
Боже, какой текст *_______*
01.01.2014 в 06:16

умер шут, он воровал минуты
угу, мне тоже очень понравился