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когда-то я соберусь и послушаю depeche mode, а на сегодня gunship
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посмотрел общее количество результатов (в смысле суммировал ещё и с ответами моих знакомых) и понял, что идёт на равных => ждём дальше (только вот ничего не будет наверное, поэтому всё таки над результатом придётся самому думать)
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много, ещё в сумме со своими знакомыми вне овк наберется где-то 14 голосов
для чего оно мне? да прост |
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Will you believe me?
Girl, I don't know you believe me Sometimes I think you believe me Girl, you don't believe me, believe me It's coming up It's coming up It's coming up It's coming up (One, two, one, two, three) Bronze again, you've never seen the gold Next sun and another dots are bold Try to deep, you never tried to high Hope you have a power to deny Lies that watching through your open door Thank God it was such a nice and poor Keep it real, don't try to keep it slow So use the tubes, stay under f***in' water fall Look ahead, your time has come again Help me to stay tuned if I need help Back it, back it like you've never tried to sell A place where nobody's well Whatever you support I guess the party when the dirt your hurt You can off the party if the rooftops wants Now I just want to drop away my shoes, oh Now i fly high I don't wanna know Baby, you can die In my eyes I know, know No, never no, no No, never no, no No, never no, no She's wherever you want ‘Cause no matter how it happens When all of my dummies coming out, demons running out Straight from deep and creepy places of my heart Look, I don't trying to tell you my plans I'm just trying to explore who l am Maybe I'm a player, maybe I'm depend From all independent people which pretend No one can tell me what is bad and good So I couldn't think about heaven But I'm sure the truth but it's smell like an alcohol drink With an ugly girl in a sneaky bar Poems about a good times you were live Shot into the air, times you were live I'm not other ears that you want to clear Only thing I do, just passing what you is Now i fly high I don't wanna know Baby, you can die In my eyes I know, know In my eyes I know, know If I lose control No, never no, no Now i fly high I don't wanna know Baby, you can die In my eyes I know, know In my eyes I know, know If I lose control No, never no, no If I finally say: “Goodbye, I hope you're good” (I hope you're good, I hope you're good) I'll never meet someone, who hates me so much (I hope you're good, I hope you're good I hope you're good, I hope you're good I hope you're good, I hope you're good I hope you're good, I hope you're good I hope you're good, I hope you're good) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Ollane - Poem |
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Даже из бумаги шедевры делают, а я рукожоп
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интересный факт про овк: слишком много Дмитриев (я тоже кста)
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тож хочу такого
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Хочется собирать модели военной техники, но руки из жопы, а дело-то это интересное, даже пробовал один раз, но вот краска фуфлыжной оказалась, поэтому запорол все, да и внутренности надо было сразу красить, в итоге аэрозольным краскам больше не доверяю, лучше распылитель (или как там его, забыл уже) приобрести
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