Incinerate for K.G.

I said
Give the driver money for my ride, please
Or wait, keep them for yourself, sad stranger like dorblue cheese

How cool my doctor has gloves
Can tickle brains with such fingers

Buy a big size chocolate at my expense, when you reach the end
And dance at the dirty stop with a secondhand salesman

You can go away
You can go, I said

They perfectly don't suit me! Look at my pants please
Big diet sauce stain
These are our sister's jeans
There is no objective reason to hug me today, okey
Don't ask, because my headphones satisfy my ears every day

Once upon a time there was a boy
He constantly wandered in dreams
And always seemed to him everything was real
But it wasn't so
And suddenly, he heard a lullaby
It sounded quite, soft, gentle
Only the words were very strange
From this he woke up



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Kuz, Victor Kuzz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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