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Verses not an element , but the vibration speaker
Gave rise to a wind that carried the posters
The dark nooks and crannies , where tightly broke
Lovers, they also ripped off roofs sloping .
He gave fresh wind and chill cast ,
Making his way to the bone. But is it
It is important to exactly how
He 's in your head all scattered thoughts ?
The word you were left to contemplate whether
Happening or forced to act ?
Here we closely among the four walls
And pull out clearly the words
Just to drop , and those that are difficult to find .
And like good 're not looking for the good,
But we go forward toward the sun ,
A new day in the same way towards the rushes .

Your silent glances splitting , but our words are sharper
And since the first of on pins and needles from the second - both on the shooting .
This is to all those who waited on us sweet trills ,
Stick to your guns ! The smell of grilled to your nostrils. ( 2p)

In these songs I could sing violently,
Cry for the chorus , all the words are sharp .
They cut the heart and minds
Shred anyone, but it's time to learn
Why am I doing this , or for whom,
Always trying to present bright again
All these words that are written on the sheet,
Hand she removes them , I'm just an assistant .
Deprived of the walls, skull casts
New ideas out - catch this hotbed .
Then there is only put the pieces together
And the finished product to learn the days of us.
Words are sharp , so cry for chorus
For you it will be like a membership card .
And if you are with us, then climb up the brush ,
On this red-hot stove too fidget .

Your silent glances splitting , but our words are sharper
And since the first of on pins and needles from the second - both on the shooting .
This is to all those who waited on us sweet trills ,
Stick to your guns ! The smell of grilled to your nostrils. ( 2p)

And who would not say, brightly lit in the shower until the spark
A century would not know those who want evil.
After all, in this world, only darkness and lie constantly ,
But I can not stomach that and die mediocre .
Therefore, fluctuations are torn by wire XLR
And, apparently, that the heart of a sample of women is no more precious !
Then scraped along the way for another couple of sensible and wise lines
So, all my magic mood .
Though a thankless , hidden in the darkness of secrecy
But we are ready to scream at the bass with the drums .
You half my words you do not understand , but still
We have much more in common because we both units are similar.
Whether it's cubby or stadium , ready to shine on it,
Just what would not be shiny , and the herd is gon .
And if you say, " So be easy" - it is their word ,
But it is not worth even fictional stories.

Your silent glances splitting , but our words are sharper
And since the first of on pins and needles from the second - both on the shooting .
This is to all those who waited on us sweet trills ,
Stick to your guns ! The smell of grilled to your nostrils. ( 2p)