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I do I can play,
But if I want to tell you.
So I would like to forget that day,
but I would like to fly.
And perhaps the height of the park to see,
but I want to stay home alone.

The boys are scary for me,
so give me more, maybe I'm the fool.
At the height of my gray
and all of the tuning for me is disgusting.
As sad cross bridge
and you take this young age.
it's the last thing we have.

Pick up the latest air
but it could be that being cloudless.
As full of people in one and small meeting?
As an escort home a month,
I would like to retire, but I know that words are quite early.

The boys are scary for me,
so give me more, maybe I'm the fool.
At the height of my gray
and all of the tuning for me is disgusting.
As sad cross bridge
and you take this young age.
it's the last thing we have.

You may want more, more, more
But my story when the boys find
so they want more.

So then screams give me more (Give me more)
More or less, but it's still around screaming.

The boys are scary for me,
so give me more, maybe I'm the fool.
At the height of my gray
and all of the tuning for me is disgusting.
As sad cross bridge
and you take this young age.
it's the last thing we have.

But if you guys scare me,
like they were crazy to me.
Not even a little scary,
so nothing to feel me.
He wants something more, more and more.

So now give me something more,
But you see in the picture gives me strength.
When I know it hurts,
so give me your heart.
And your fine hair
will touch me.

The boys are scary for me,
so give me more, maybe I'm the fool.
At the height of my gray
and all of the tuning for me is disgusting.
As sad cross bridge
and you take this young age.
it's the last thing we have.

I know you against me strong
I am a little strange.
That no one listens to me
when it arises in all songs.
Like me I like you,
thus creating love your creation.
But I love you.

But why the tears pour out into the river
when ever and ever.
I know what to do
when people are asleep.

The boys are scary for me,
so give me more, maybe I'm the fool.
At the height of my gray
and all of the tuning for me is disgusting.
As sad cross bridge
and you take this young age.
it's the last thing we have.

My eyes want to cry,
But when the last rain.
And then come and make streams dry my tears,
But when I vyjéct up and out as the elevator,
so we have no night.
But sometimes it comes all of your time,
whom you spoke to me, which way
sometimes tell people sleep!