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My good friend, old lad,
Chocolate with gingerbread, you are not late!
My good friend, old lad,
Chocolate with gingerbread, you are not late!
My good friend! My good friend! My good friend!
My good friend! My good friend! Chocolate with gingerbread!
Make my soul burning after your solo on the strings
I don’t understand where happened all that simple things.
You broke up and I cried… And I’m totally drunk always drunk
And my mother bought me…
My good friend, my good friend,
Chocolate with gingerbread.
And my beer’s on my shoes I don’t care how it looks
And I feel like I’m used and I found in my purse
My good friend...
Where all that simple things I know…
Where all that simple things I know…
Where all that simple things I don’t
I don’t understand
I don’t understand
I don’t understand