Little Dead Bertha - My Nacked Ideal | Текст песни

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Blowing to my window
About who breaking my angel
The knife on glass, the creeps on skin
Suffer the last, no more call
I believe he lives

My naked ideal
So it's smile of my angel
Your stupid angel

So little in my pain
My naked ideal
In sorrow and depression
Your stupid angel
So little in my pain

A bird on leash angel into film
Don't dying my child don't prying celebration
Amusing dull
Sheere of sorrow

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