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чувствую себя наркоманом,сидящим на сортире с иглой и взирающим на мир сквозь циничные подобия глаз

на вечном поторе

«Pure Morning»





A friend in need's a friend indeed

A friend with weed is better

A friend with breasts and all the rest

A friend who's dressed in leather



A friend in need's a friend indeed

A friend who'll tease is better

Our thoughts compressed

Which makes us blessed

And makes for stormy weather



A friend in need's a friend indeed

My Japanese is better

And when she's pressed she will undress

And then she's boxing clever



A friend in need's a friend indeed

A friend who bleeds is better

My friend confessed she passed the test

And we will never sever



Day's dawning, skins crawling x3

Pure morning x3



A friend in need's a friend indeed

A friend who'll tease is better

Our thoughts compressed

Which makes us blessed

And makes for stormy weather



A friend in need's a friend indeed

A friend who bleeds is better

My friend confessed she passed the test

And we will never sever



Day's dawning, skins crawling x3

Pure morning x3



A friend in need's a friend indeed

My Japanese is better

And when she's pressed she will undress

And then she's boxing clever



A friend in need's a friend indeed

A friend with weed is better

A friend with breast and all the rest

A friend who's dressed in leather