Song: Day after day
A heavy burden. Fewer smiles at the table.
We are candid when just standing clinking glasses drink.
Beasts of prey with a grimace of delight on his pale face,
Ethereal gods, not the Creator of the miracle itself.
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MegaMozg 26-04-2017 / 10:25
Drunk youth, but maturity in naletom fault
The encounter with the third dozen, just.
And they also pay the bill in life,
Cheap play, but to leave does not hurry.
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MegaMozg 26-04-2017 / 10:25
Cast time Tr of doubt weave a wreath.
We grew up? Or aged for a year?
Public opinion itself has dissolved and if you live
In a deep hangover day after day.
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MegaMozg 26-04-2017 / 10:25
