Мои Ракеты Вверх - 1452 | Текст песни

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You make me speak
In special time
Whith everyone
Who"s picturised

I"m feeling sick
Above the season
Just coding words
And pictures of you

Non spoling piece
Of living cake
Of my heart beats
And my pictures of you

Common and obey your soul
Shuttle it now
It isn"t your fault

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