I can't this day We Know it's morning It's not possible for me to This is one of days This is one of these is one of these days
I can't stand day We it's sunday morning It's not possible for me to
This is one of days This is one of days This is one of these That evereything is up And grinding my head, my head Grinding my
I'll for the messenger Between the darkness he will provide the
This is one of days This is one of these This is one of these That is fucked up And grinding my head, my head my head
Where did my run and hide? Where are the with lucky eyes? Where do the strangers sleep at Sleep night, How can I?
did my angels run and hide? Where are the guys with eyes? do the strangers sleep at night? Sleep night, how can I?
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I can't this day We Know it's morning It's not possible for me to stay a day or a
So wait for the messenger Between the darkness he will provide the Can not
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This is one of days