Hot and curt are... Fact: we trapped to the lips. And the fact: we went to snow sea. And we, fact, against a teccaline. I'd turned into glass - You hide your hands. You'd turned into milky snow, Because you've near melted.
I still exist Nobody gonna touch me. In my pounds - your drops. The Moon runs over me. Taste of potion. De'javu of you. I'm no gonna drink all your drops - I'm gonna take a moon to sea with me.
Sad, so letter love your left After they are done. We all will drown together. Sad, so letter love your left After they are done. We all will drown together.
Hot and curt are... 'Cause we liked to swam too far. And we, fact, against a teccaline, Running into the sea.
Turning into such away. There: issues in the ocean. Causing them so harm: There teccaline breaking.
Sad, so letter love your left After they are done. We all will drown together. Sad, so letter love your left After they are done. We all will drown together.
Turning into such away. There: issues in the ocean. Causing them so harm: There teccaline breaking.
Sad, so letter love your left After they are done. We all will drown together. Sad, so letter love your left After they are done. We all will drown together. Sad, so letter love your left After they are done. We all will drown together. Sad, so letter love your left After they are done. We all will drown together.