Black лебедь
What s a matter with going places Take that gross look off your faces Empty loving makes me seasick What you re here for, I don t need it I ll say nothing on your microphone Till you swear to take me home There s a one foot boy eleven stone He s sitting on my shoulder I m too scared to look away, He comes here almost everyday And everyday I push him off and tell him boy we re over MY OH MY I think my mind is gone I m left here wondering Was I crazy all along What do I do Nothing left b
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