Оригинален текст
Slide on, this is the only tasting that you get. Insider, but we haven't copies that rule yet. It might be belated. It's pure concentrated. And as fake as can be. This comfortable shading. Your drowning in precious light. They hoped you'd be. There is no swing. Exhausting. Can you describe the dancing in your head. Subscribing. To those patterns forming over your head. l*sting to upset this delicious form again. Just try not to misplace, That swing.