Freedoms Count For Nothing

Remember,

On december

We were both slaves,

But terrible times go down to the death!

And every step to you

Like map's review

And so

I think this is good stuff,

I fall in love!

Where are you from boy

Tell me please,

Try to do something,

You are my the Best joy,

Gentle breeze,

Freedoms count for nothing!

My future is applied suture,

I just wanna feel,

But love goes down to be real,

And every step to you

Like map's review And so

I have no empty soul,

I just loose control!