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I would write you a sad song , full of empty phrases ,
But beautiful as you like , paint b dismissed ,
Be painted as bad without you , as you well
Naplakal river and would not have been himself
It would rain outside the window , busy would be your phone ,
In short, we have called this song moan
Do you think you did not touch used those words and notes ?
Yes you ! Rhyming sentiments - the same to me work !
Perhaps that song you would like more
And on repeat in winamp'e spun to three times longer
I'm sorry, I did not write , I certainly used it did,
If only you did not like actually
And in fact, the phone is not busy and the disabled,
Lying on the bedside table until someone got there dryuchit
And this someone I would make mincemeat
And I procrastinate this topic two verses ...

Chorus:
You do not think how many days I did not call you ,
Do not answer any one of its two mobil
And fall asleep next to someone I would have killed ,
If only I had met , and if have had the strength ...

I did not fix it , neither this song , nor any other
I myself do not know why me this hemorrhoids
But Word is already open , the keys are already knocking
And fingers on the razor glide here and there, with the frets on the fret
In someone's hand your ass in someone - mediator old
To each his own : one , friend - guitar
And while I'm choke Baltic "Nine"
You blyadki on , and you have to go all right
Whine , like a wounded dog , whining like a rag
Cockroaches are scratching inside the skull - not crush sneakers
Nerves all patched . With everyone who comes to visit
Shaking with anger, you wash up bones
Hate is easier than forgiving , anyway
And I fucked choose complex ways
I want to be able to fall asleep again before five in the morning
And do not think about your busy whose bolt hole ...

Chorus:
You do not think how many days I did not call you ,
Do not answer any one of its two mobil
And fall asleep next to someone I would have killed ,
If only I had met , and if have had the strength ...

This song might be different , but could not
As well as you could be with me, but you're gone
Therefore it is no pink snot be green
Real , nasty , salty taste
I'm sick of how counterfeit vodka Ossetian
With the curve label with wording fuzzy
I do not sing , and blyuyu these words now,
Remove the microphone , tell better where is the toilet
Do not be stupid phrases about love to the grave
There's only pain , hurt, anger , unfiltered
Above this text lines circling flies
As birds have kormuhi like a track whore
And will continue in the same spirit - to the end do not listen
My torment - just a storm in a muddy puddle
I could not think of better, and did not want
I just easier because all I do is sing ...

Chorus:
You do not think how many days I did not call you
Do not answer any one of its two mobil
And fall asleep next to someone I would have killed
If only I had met , and if have had the strength

But you do not think how many days I did not call you ,
Do not answer any one of its two mobil
And fall asleep next to someone I would have killed
You do not miss it , and I still have not scored ...