Paroles

It's all inside of me Makes my blood boil again I need release it And let you to feel the same This thing will make the way in you playfully carefully No one does not come to their senses, no Every your cell has no ill has no will to tear it away True nature don't leave strength for pretenses
Writer(s): бочкарев роман, сергей неделин Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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