ordinary You feel just a little tired
It's not that bad either
We do not know too
We do things a little bit of everything a little nothing History
deal
Then we sit around the tip of the buttock
On a chair in front of the sea
And this desire to travel
But the sea is also
This is just dream
Who leads on our boat
chair in front of the wall
It ranks a book
It takes three steps from one room to another
are looking for someone to talk
... ?
We take a look outside
As we launch a stone into water
And through the window she goes off
life
Who ricochets
stick under your arm while
Guilty
What she found us
flew away She looks at us with his big smile
No no I stole anything
Not me, "she said
With his hands to his mouth
Not me crook!
(We know you know ...
It is behind the tiles)
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