| My cherry, and I won't hide
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| Doesn't bloom, doesn't bloom
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| If it hurts, you need cold
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| For her, for her
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| I kiss her on the lips, my cherry loves frost
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| My cherry likes to speak strongly through pictures
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| Disfigure your heart with a squeal, fear of losing something
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| Daily masturbation, stuck sadness
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| I don't see my old age, I don't see my old age
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| I winked at the bony one, I winked at the bony one
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| I want you right in this dirty, communal bathroom
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| Poison love cockroaches
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| I'll hang a glock in the kitchen
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| In the hallway - a revolver
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| I'll eat the last bullet thinking of you
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| I looked at the ceiling and drank my port wine
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| I'll eat the last bullet thinking of you
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| I'll hang a glock in the kitchen
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| In the hallway - a revolver
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| I'll eat the last bullet thinking of you
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| I looked at the ceiling and drank my port wine
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| I'll eat the last bullet thinking of you
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| I shot at the knees, once saying:
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| "Probably love is a mediocre bitch"
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| They will die at the same time
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| Two of them have a click - "I really want you"
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| Drunk, adorable, blue dancing feelings
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| In my house, only you and a gun,
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| But there are no cartridges, there is no choice either
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| Love the remnants of me until the end of our days
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| I will love yours to unconsciousness
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| I'll hang a glock in the kitchen
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| In the hallway - a revolver
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| I'll eat the last bullet thinking of you
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| I looked at the ceiling and drank my port wine
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| I'll eat the last bullet thinking of you
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| I'll hang a glock in the kitchen
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| In the hallway - a revolver
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| I'll eat the last bullet thinking of you
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| I looked at the ceiling and drank my port wine
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| I'll eat the last bullet thinking of you |