Songteksten

Stop old the clocks call to telephone
Brining dogs on breaking Jessey bones
Sales the pianos damned baffled draw
Bring out the coffee let the morning skup
Let take by sun the morning over slap in old the sky
The message is dead part the bose a road what take know overall daubs
What is the way some all the rock
We cut the play for night to come
We were smoking fine in things
Why you were trying different things
Fine in things
Fine in things
Fine in things
Things things things things
Fine in
Written by: Oleg Klenov
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