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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Manic Street Preachers - YesFor sale? dumb cunts same dumb questions virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey and I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to and in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything for $200 anyone can conceive a God on video hes a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I T them, 24:7, all year long purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything for $200 anyone can conceive a God on video hes a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out power produces desire, the weak have none theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment the only certain thing that is left about me theres no part of my body that has not been used pity or pain, to show displeasures shame everyone Ive loved or hated always seems to leave and in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything for $200 anyone can conceive a God on video hes a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want power produces desire, the weak have none theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment dont hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say may as well be heaven this hell, smells the same these sunless afternoons I cant find myself |
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