When neco is inside the play
it becomes a therapy
for all the questions regarding tea,
yes man it is turkish tea
our heart will always seek earl grey tea
no matter how much i hate tea
i seem to like it when nobody is around
that's my taste of life
I bullshit just to get attention
I have my stripes every single day
those stripes define my character
ntc's the man, what can you say?
I have a friend,
I like his color
he gives me hope
just like my father
we are from the same tribe
we both want to just talk
if you make us stop talking
we wiill start shouting
they offer ntc job
then he flies to happiness
what can you expect in ist?
other than staring at girls?
ntc's passion
is saz's coffin
until 2040 they should be free
live, laugh, enjoy and leave for good
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