Гарик Сукачев In the Death Car
A howling wind is whistling in the night My dog is growling in the dark Something s pulling me outside To ride around in circles I know that you have got the time Coz anything I want, you do You ll take a ride through the strangers Who don t understand how to feel In the deathcar, we re alive In the deathcar, we re alive I ll let some air come in the window Kind of wakes me up a little I don t turn on the radio Coz they play shit, know When your hand was down on my dick It felt
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