Текст песни Мои Ракеты Вверх - Fake blood capsules

No face no place no chase outside
I feel like allready dead
Bad feeling not gives up a crowntin crown again
Your everlong zoo blade family cone
A Ben for evil moon
Grape me down, identify a criminal foe

Oh no be shure

I’m waiting under moon pailing
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For that tool ranging
Underground is perfect for that sound

Evil rat goes on the Santas house
Little mother helpers on a run Figure me up for a gape

Allways be shut
Only never was out

No face no chase no place but us
Hake me alone drake beat a comealone crime again
P.O.T.S.H.E.R.D.
I feel like pretty Ramone
Get me alive to beat me of the gain.

It’s alive
It’s ok
Hanging on it arround again

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