Psychosomatic addict insane
Four hordes of apocalypse
Crawling their way
So you have understood
You rub the lamp and say:
Dear Jinnee, I wish I was good.
"Four horsemen of the apocalypse,
Eventually, will find their way"-
That's what I had understood.
Today, I never ask for a present,
I stare at the window and say:
Dear Santa, I wish I was good.
four hundreds of apocalypses
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Crawling their way
So you have understood
You rub the lamp and say:
Dear Jinnee, I wish I was good.
"Four horsemen of the apocalypse,
Eventually, will find their way"-
That's what I had understood.
Today, I never ask for a present,
I stare at the window and say:
Dear Santa, I wish I was good.
нужна вероятно правильная версия