My boys are not angels angels angels broken wings
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They just often fell, dreaming of making a fairy tale come true as soon as possible.
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My boys are not angels angels angels they are simple
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Mom, do not swear at us, we are good but not saints
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My boys are not angels mom, and I'm the same
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They are all simple, so life is somehow easier
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We carry not single, somewhere late at night
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The cops are chasing us, but we know this ground
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Mom, I'm not a bully, no, it just happened
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Music of the soul of my lyrics quarter
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We must somehow live without money and crime
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You can’t live on a salary, because the salary is not enough
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Little by little young everywhere white smoke
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There is faith in miracles as an incentive to continue sailing for us
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Can you lend us some luck god
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And we don't need more, we'll fall on a Porsche with her
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With her less scars on the skin will reflect the days
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She will be able to protect from failures and traps
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She will give me hope when I collapse from impotence
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It is a pity that it does not heal the wings
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My boys are not angels angels angels broken wings
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They just often fell, dreaming of making a fairy tale come true as soon as possible.
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My boys are not angels angels angels they are simple
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Mom, do not swear at us, we are good but not saints
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My boys are not angels angels angels broken wings
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They just often fell, dreaming of making a fairy tale come true as soon as possible.
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My boys are not angels angels angels they are simple
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Mom, do not swear at us, we are good but not saints |