Deadsea
The crick in your neck reminds you it's not overThere's no escaping who you are
You blossom stood upon my shoulders We combust at different degrees
There's no currency that can bail you out of this jailThe…
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ЭТО ПРОСТО БОМБА, СУПЕР
Nothing can be more beautiful or real, cuts down to so many …
it reminds i am alive
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