thunder without rain.Without any destruction
It's a good old game
Million pleasures, but no satisfaction
Storm takes your desires
And all expectations
It would happen anyway
It's the only way to lose your frustration
It's like a thunder without rain
Or like a week without sunday
Or like a book without last page
You want to buy and have to pay
And you can feel without a touch,
And you can hear without speakers.
Of course, you'll see without TV,
And we will run without sneakers.
(...)
One song is over,
Another one in .
The more you know, the more you know,
You try to forget.
Yeah, heaven and earth,
There will be no winners.
As we all are sleaves,
And we are, we are sad sinners.
Egghead
--
knockin'[die]
knockin'[life]
--
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again
and just pretend that nothing ever happened.
--
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again
and just pretend that nothing ever happened.
--
Bo Kamil pachnie jak korniszonek!
--
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again
and just pretend that nothing ever happened.
--
Nelchael Blake
--
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again
and just pretend that nothing ever happened.
--
DIARRHEAAAA....
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