АК-47 - 228 на шапке | Текст песни

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Made me kiss you, with a whisper
And violently you swung, through an unfamiliar tongue
Couldn't listen, to tradition
Grab me by the wrist to silently insist...

And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Oh/own the sugar taste
We'll waste away the evening
The afternoon, The afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.

You stood shirtless and confident
Listening to the fools, tickling the rules
Their obsessions followed patterns
Sat upon their stools, with their attitudes.

And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Oh/own the sugar taste
We'll waste away the evening
The afternoon, The afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.

And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Oh/own the sugar taste
Waste away the evening
The afternoon, and The afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.

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