ЧекOUT - First Tour | Текст песни

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A warm a plaid.
The cold smooth floor.
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It's time to go on tour.

The guitar in its case.
But I forgot the lyrics.
Jeans on my waist.
I was flipping south photos. Yes.

This is our first tour!
This is the first jolly!

Dirty pub opened doors.
Leaky drums, fucking fan.
Drunken mob looking up.
Well, that will win your heart?

Microphone blows.
they are holes cava a needle
Well, damn, of course.
We had to drink a little.

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