The fucking crash of the hearts When the spring is sneezing in the tulle All the talks are of no sense You are going away Driving the car When I demolish your naphtha And spit on it from every window you were fuckingly naked And let me see it like a patrol I´m washing the little death Hidden in the tulle sneezed |
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The fucking crash of the hearts
When the spring is sneezing in the tulle
All the talks are of no sense
You are going away
Driving the car
When I demolish your naphtha
And spit on it
from every window
you were fuckingly naked
And let me see it
like a patrol
I´m washing the little death
Hidden in the tulle sneezed
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