
I bet God plays rock
And he is damn good at solos
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I lost in color of violets
Too much to think about your
words and name
How the hell did you looked like?
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Paint the room bright orange
And strip down the spring from sky
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I hung some clouds today
They look good on the glass of my window
But I can't find a sun anywhere
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I was kicked out of Heaven
But I have a restriction order from Hell
So I will just try to have fun right here
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I woke up today at 7
This coffin is damn too tight
Не стихи. Просто фразы, не знаю откуда, не знаю зачем. Таким вещам нравится в моей голове. Они перекатываются там как галька в волнах. Бесполезная, но приятная на ощупь.
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