Untitled - Phob 1,3 | Текст песни

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Sat silent for a TV,
You do not, not he, not she,
Just old age "is not burned."

Look, winter is far from the end ...
Is not what came,on the other hand,
In the end what is it all.

[chours]

Mind you the beauty of sunlight,
Ignore all the stupid fights,
To rally the rest of your friends,
You have (social) phobia, rejoice, man!

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