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Эдипов Комплекс "All that I can see" звучит в колонках...
я никогда не любила танцеват в паре... одной да обожаю... но в паре...
похоже мир меняется и летить со скорстью света в тантары...
я ОБАЖАЮ тнацевать с ним... вот сижу на работе в теории нужно работать но какой там... "А мысли все о нем и о нем"... вспоминаю его глаза, улыбку, поцелуй... и улыбаюсь как последная дура... наерное, если кто зайдет начнет сомневатся в моей вменяймости... а ну и на..
*продолжает сидеть и тупо улыбатся монитору"
Анд де герл вестид, воррид...
п.с.
Эдипов Комплекс - All that I can see
All that I can see
In the outer space
Leaves me worried by the question
What is that all for
I can see the fire,
Hurricanes and storms
I can see the dusty weather absolutely warm.
And a boy
Wasted and worried and lone
And a boy
Tired of singing his song away
Singing his love away
And a boy
Ready to go anywhere
And a boy
Stopped on the road to nowhere
The way
Of singing his love away
Away
All that I can see
In the outer space
Makes me wonder why can't we believe
In stupid things
I can see the sky
Red and green and grey
A mountain plugged into itself
And birds without (the) wings
And a girl
Wasted and worried and lone
And a girl
Tired of singing her song away
Singing her love away
And a girl
Ready to go anywhere
And a girl
Stopped on the road to nowhere
The way
Of singing her love away
Away
All that I can see
In the outer space
Leaves me worried by the question
What is that all for
I can see the fire
Hurricanes and storms
I can see the dusty clouds and birds
And a boy
Wasted and worried and lone
And a boy
Tired of singing his song away
Singing his love away
And a boy
Ready to go anywhere
And a boy
Stopped on the road to nowhere
The way
Of singing his love away
And a girl
Wasted and worried and lone
And a girl
Tired of singing her song away
Singing her love away
And a girl
Ready to go anywhere
And a girl
Stopped on the road to nowhere
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