утро вечера мудренее, всё вижу, завтра отвечу. вот вам немного музыки взамен.


Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette
Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed



Sit down beside me and stay awhile
But it hurts to the part



You say I'm foolish
For pushing this aside
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive


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