Денис Тутов - Happy Angels Day, My A.W. | Текст песни

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Your waste in my taste
Your fingers like the singers
Your neck – that’s what I lack
Your kiss – knocks off like fists
Your shape – I can’t escape
Your lips – my nature creeps
Your eyes like a drama
My frustration
Turquoise armor
You’ve just burst my peace
Baby, thanks a lot
How much time we’ve got?
How much time we’ve got…


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