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[Black Desire]
Get ready c'que I dragged myself at your feet
Laura, I found that even a silent
Could you push my laughter to die
Wait for me, you you 're the queen of mountains, the storm rages
plains
You do not hear me, I am against my noisy
She has just
Enclose my heart in his apartment
With or without you I have some problems
You do not care, Laura, I'm sorry anyway
If you go there, it suits me too deposited me
Again, it is from below I call
She leans sometimes swallow nest
deign to receive me, leaves me no room to sit
It known simply
Change the keys to his heart and apartment
Get ready c'que I dragged myself at your feet
Laura, in the meantime I know the day will come when I can
die of laughter .
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