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Текст песни "Plastic Memories" |
There's nothing like the way she looks
When she fucks me those her big brown eyes
I know she's mad at me (mad at me)
When would we feel
The blue bird has arrived
Favor of the plane is the question
Did it matter how much I cope with out
A little more then a distance
Mad at me (mad at me)
Got to affect her with her peck
Jealous soul eyes
But I'm just playing
Mad at me (mad at me)
All that matters now
All that matters now
Is the matter of effect
Inside her beautiful Smile
In the picket Fence Cartel
We all become what we most dislike [x3]
Find one assassin
Mad at me (mad at me)
When would we
She was just coming of age
Mad at me (mad at me)
In the picket Fence Cartel
We all become what we most dislike
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