One, two, three, four!
A message I've thought much too much about,
Maybe it'll reach somebody, who can say?
Certainly, I've always been this way,
A patched up, crazy matryoshka
A package sung by a headache
Time may pass, but the hands are at 4
Don't tell anyone;
The world will turn upside down
Ah, I feel broken apart
Throw out all your memories, too
Ah, how I want to know,
To the deep down...
Um, well...
If you please, dance more and more
Kalinka? Malinka?
Just play the chord
What should I do about such feelings?
Can't you tell me? Just a little?
Loud and clear, 524
Freud? Keloid?
Just hit the key
Everything, all's...
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