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Poor lyrics.
| Morality. Am i really dearly chosen? But somewhere like flowers in deep sand of moon light - all frozen... Text. You' re staring at the glasses rich o' shops, behind the twinkling dirt of the eye glasses, flashin' fires of the lone roadways, even if ain' t no pleasure of San Francisco... Glamour from your chilly voice, that arises "If you' re going"... Famous song, happily, escaping from the petals - from your lips to my laugh, that i couldn' t make warmer. "be shoore to wear"... I' ve pronounced, continued with falsetto. Cuddlin' up to you, now we are closer. It seems like that it won' t be any choises All is fair in kissin'. Time that somewhere is goin', meanwhile the eyes o' us are tightly shut, GOD, JESUS, i, who do not believe in thing, am also callin'. It' s so great, such misunderstood, to love all of you mankind, havin' the manhood, meanwhile o' eyes o' mine are dearly covered leafs... Who cares, who knows? At least... You were the first, to open the groove of your gaps, but where is the woman, who i loved, would like to believe? You' re nor even o' her the shadow... And even you startin' to sing:- "some flowers in your head"... With horrible vox the pity excrutiating you deserve. "Anything 's wrong?" Your laugh, like love o' mine that is disappeared... "Everything!" "Horrible means"... In thoughts. The pain, that with nevermore' s gain, which was to retrieve, is nearly to me... In my eyes, that your gaps are surely to love, the horror of sorrow to blink between the deadly white stars - the nature o' me... It' s funny. Hugged in hugging... By you!? Who are you!? At last the one who flows away feeling like distracted from his important being of a livin' and she, who remains sincerely destructed, eradicated in her unique bright feeling. I also, as your servant, feel myself a bit disrupted, by writin' such a poor lyrics. | |
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